Do I drift?

Do I drift?

Am I carried along

Wafted on a breeze

Left in a heap

Piled up in the gutter

Borne on a cosmic wind

Lost in space

Even as the world revolves around me,

Us?

An existential melange

A hodgepodge of

Interconnectivity.

When I confuse

An unconscious process

With a state of grace

There is a danger

I will become too big

For my skin.

Have you stood in a train station

Surrounded by strangers

Milling around

Full of expectation

Haunted by loss

And wondered

What was wrong with the timetable?

When so many trains

Are running late

And everybody is waiting

On tenterhooks

Unable to reach out

For reassurance

The risk involved

In being thought of as needy is too great

To make a connection.

Confusing sentience

With individuation

Drifting along

In a pocket of stale air

Going with the flow, however reluctantly,

Envious of lovers

Meeting under the clock.

Waving wildly

With monogrammed hankies,

Shedding tears of joy

As we meander through

Cold halls.

Blown along on a

Careless wind

Blindly recalcitrant

Until we end up awkwardly

Stacked

On edge

Piled up like garbage,

Interconnected by default

Waiting for disposal.