Cracked

I’d walked down the street many times

and not noticed the cracks.

I’d driven down there many times

in both day-time and night-time

and not noticed them.

But something seen so often 

may become unseen

so that night I climbed higher

to see the street from above.

A mosaic lay below me, 

a city of cracked squares.

Streets cracking 

where there

were no cracks

before.

Streets broken and fragmented

their cracks and splits

a metaphor

for a city cracking up,

for a world falling apart.

https://4fpstreetcracks.blogspot.com/2025/08/lynn-white.html