Caution Construction site: Do Not Enter
I walk on
Safety Gear Must be Worn at ALL Times
I walk past, seeing symbols of working boots, hard hats and coveralls. Still past these signs I walk with a relentless pace. I feel the pressure of familiar eyes on me, sensing their delight at my ridiculous vulnerability, and I flaunt my naive confidence. Another warning:
OVERHEAD CONSTRUCTION
Onwards I move through the dusty air. I sense panic in the air, and I notice an object swinging deliciously over my head. I see a man, bursting out of the site office, yelling to the workers in an impatient voice. As the man draws nearer, I slow. Suddenly unsure of my predicament. Slowly all work grinds to a halt on the construction site - ignoring the unreasonable deadline. I feel the intrigue of strangers' stares. I realise I have also stopped...
As the man from the office draws closer, I am hit. First by his anger, then by something else... I stare obediently into the shadow cast by his safety precautions, and feel his gaze in return. Something inside me pulls me back, and I somehow wind up off balance and in the man's arms. Unsettled, I move to regain that composure I walked in with. I expect the man to remove me from the site, and as I turn to leave, he calls me into the office... Another sign ignored
Authorised Persons Only
Some fine print I avoid squinting at to read - feeling all too aware of my vulnerability. Frightened, I barely notice the work pick up around the site. Feeling trapped, I search with furtive glances for an escape.. And finally settle on one. I relaise the man has been talking to me, and I ungraciously accept a glass of water offered me. Just as I notice the man waiting for me to speak, I break away from his apparant authority, and run madly out onto the site. Feeling my body surge once more with confidence. I seem to fly back towards the signs. Sensing, but not feeling a wire snag at my leg, another at my waist.. I keep running
Breathless, I slow to a casual walk. I try to be inconspicuous, and feel hopelessly dismayed at the stares of passers by. Smoothing my top, I remember the reason with a wince of pain. I disappear for a time, and try to mend my torn clothes...
Composed once more I wander aimlessly, entranced by a rememberance of liquid eyes, drawing me inside to a comfortable excitement. Snapped out of daydreaming, I find myself face to face with those friendly, captivating windows of a soul I am overwhelmingly drawn to. Remembering the man from the construction site, I feel myself shy away, and hide behind my confidence, banishing that vulnerable openness to a time and place unknown of here and now...
[ 09 December 2001: Message edited by: mirabii ]
[ 10 December 2001: Message edited by: mirabii ]
I walk on
Safety Gear Must be Worn at ALL Times
I walk past, seeing symbols of working boots, hard hats and coveralls. Still past these signs I walk with a relentless pace. I feel the pressure of familiar eyes on me, sensing their delight at my ridiculous vulnerability, and I flaunt my naive confidence. Another warning:
OVERHEAD CONSTRUCTION
Onwards I move through the dusty air. I sense panic in the air, and I notice an object swinging deliciously over my head. I see a man, bursting out of the site office, yelling to the workers in an impatient voice. As the man draws nearer, I slow. Suddenly unsure of my predicament. Slowly all work grinds to a halt on the construction site - ignoring the unreasonable deadline. I feel the intrigue of strangers' stares. I realise I have also stopped...
As the man from the office draws closer, I am hit. First by his anger, then by something else... I stare obediently into the shadow cast by his safety precautions, and feel his gaze in return. Something inside me pulls me back, and I somehow wind up off balance and in the man's arms. Unsettled, I move to regain that composure I walked in with. I expect the man to remove me from the site, and as I turn to leave, he calls me into the office... Another sign ignored
Authorised Persons Only
Some fine print I avoid squinting at to read - feeling all too aware of my vulnerability. Frightened, I barely notice the work pick up around the site. Feeling trapped, I search with furtive glances for an escape.. And finally settle on one. I relaise the man has been talking to me, and I ungraciously accept a glass of water offered me. Just as I notice the man waiting for me to speak, I break away from his apparant authority, and run madly out onto the site. Feeling my body surge once more with confidence. I seem to fly back towards the signs. Sensing, but not feeling a wire snag at my leg, another at my waist.. I keep running
Breathless, I slow to a casual walk. I try to be inconspicuous, and feel hopelessly dismayed at the stares of passers by. Smoothing my top, I remember the reason with a wince of pain. I disappear for a time, and try to mend my torn clothes...
Composed once more I wander aimlessly, entranced by a rememberance of liquid eyes, drawing me inside to a comfortable excitement. Snapped out of daydreaming, I find myself face to face with those friendly, captivating windows of a soul I am overwhelmingly drawn to. Remembering the man from the construction site, I feel myself shy away, and hide behind my confidence, banishing that vulnerable openness to a time and place unknown of here and now...
[ 09 December 2001: Message edited by: mirabii ]
[ 10 December 2001: Message edited by: mirabii ]
