Stumbled upon
Feet on the paving stones
Nothing remarkable
Settled upon the mundane
Throwing pebbles at the windowpane
Sudden rush of blood
A gust of wind
Broken chances
Shards of glass on the floor.
I am a Cinderella nurse at the door
Sweeping up the remains of the day
Sometimes serious sometimes gay
I see the city the way it its not meant to be
Angels and demons playing with things that are very pretty
Green fields burdening roads and their drivers –
When will I sing like a lone wolf survivor?

AI Summary

Your poem begins in the mundane — paving stones, pebbles, a gust of wind — before breaking into a moment of rupture symbolised by shattered glass and the Cinderella‑nurse figure sweeping up the remains of the day. It’s a portrait of someone who moves between seriousness and lightness, watching angels and demons play across a city that hides its own wounds. The poem’s emotional centre is the quiet ache of being the one who tidies what others break, who sees beauty and danger intertwined, who feels both invisible and essential. The final question — when you will sing like a lone wolf survivor — reveals the deeper longing: not just to endure the city, but to rise above it with a voice that finally belongs to you.