Standing Still

About a moment in time. Revised. Please review and give me ideas.

I stand alone in the city
beneath a grey October sky
finding myself poised
between two places; life
drifts around me like voices
half remembered, or
leaves, caught on the wind,

until a distant bell rings;
A flurry of Pigeons
rises into the air.
Only stone faces look on
as I breathe, then step once
more towards what might
or might never come to be.