This is dangerous
Locking eyes with strangers.
I see the danger
In looking at beings without really seeing them
I see teenagers
vulcanizers
traders
I see men and women going here and there
Doing this and that
The hawker with baby on back and load on head
The swagged out boy selling plantain chips
Locking eyes with strangers
Looking out from my car windows
Trying to read minds
Wondering if they see mine
Is it not dangerous
To see so many people
And never see them?
Poetry and photo (c) ATG, December 2017