#concierge
By Marcela Guajardo- One Andean Sky 07.09.24
Tyres tread loudly on the tar grey road
Splashing water on the footpath
Heavy rain washes colour, grass pallid and a ghostly hue
Shivering, a pedestrian hurries past
Scurrying for shelter from the deluge
Only the ‘Die Hards’ are out
The ‘Big Bus Sydney’ open to the sky level is empty
Not even the tourists are game
No birds chirping. Taking refuge, somewhere warm. Clever!
Our Retired Doctors Desai, decide to wait for the weather to
clear.
Their daily walk postponed.
The food deliverers on bikes, hunched and pedalling against
the wind
Car honks as tempers flare. White knuckle drivers.
It is chaos out there as I sit warm and safe at the helm inside
at my desk
Ready to offer an umbrella or call a taxi
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
Outside, cars drive by
Revving their engines
Tyres heaving and sighing
Cicadas chirping a rhythmic tick in the park
Crickets nearby, abuzz, filling the sound
The Botanical Gardens lures the suntanned and glistened
It is humid! So I’m told
I sit at my desk. The helm of this wonderful building
Residents drift in and out past me
Offering sweet smiles and gestures
Ibis visit, picking out the bugs of the terracotta façade
Two Indian Myna Birds build a nest in the canopy
I am mesmerised
A rainbow light streams in across a beautiful artwork
Did Mr Piano know that that this light beam would cut across the lobby for me to see?
The keys are in order and checks done. Mr Reed got his paper.
The building sits solid as the seasons pass.
Breathing calmly as it’s heart beats for a very long time.
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 11:59 PM UTC