On the train into Toronto
on this wet and very misty day,
nearing Union Station,
a strange, unfamiliar scene to see.
Usually, one is greeted
by the ever-taller skyscrapers
towering above the skyline
competing one against the other.
Today, there was no competition,
each building in-situ, equal,
not one higher than the other,
but all at same level.
However many floors they had
nowhere was any to be seen,
disappeared completely out of sight
lost in the clouds.
Written on the train nearing and going into Union Station, Toronto - 30th April 2023.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem