Disruption

Seven o’clock sidewalk
Sheung Wan shuffles
Along in riptide waves.

Predicting their paces,
I weave to the beat –
Jay-Z blasting “New York”—

Keeping my glaring lime phoned head
Up, constantly seeking the route after
Long commute; my flat beckons.

Ahead, I spy rhythms unpredictably
Disrupted.
Switches left, carts amuck.

I close in on the scene
Moving straight on, no divergence
In my curiosity driven path.

A brick out
Of place. On the
Sidewalk. Angular.

Space twenty centimeters ahead
Corresponds exactly to its form.
I bend, drop it in.

Didn’t see the old man
Walking with a cane, behind me,
Four paces. Now smiles.

Boom—shuffle, shuffle.
Boom—shuffle, shuffle.
Boom—shuffle, shuffle.
Boom—shuffle, shuffle.