On a Large Wooden Plaque on the Wall in the Lobby, in Brushed Silver Letters

On a Large Wooden Plaque on the Wall in the Lobby, in Brushed Silver Letters

At the Center for All Who Step Off Elevators
When They Stop and Open,
Regardless of Floor,

there are ninety-nine floors,
wall buttons that go from flat white
to glowing marigold under the finger,

thousands of people with their minds
flung in front of them and their bodies
scurrying forward,
the front end of the inchworm reaching out
and tugging at the ground to travel,
the tail end, struggling to reach
where the mind wanted to be
a moment ago.