The lady down the street
whose name I’ve never known
The guy in the store where I get
My banana every morning
The mother
The child
The troubadours and poets and
Killers and gods
The dogs - but not the cats
Truck drivers and taxi drivers
The vans full of police and
Buses full of school kids
From Germany
France and places whose language I
Don’t understand
All of this conspires to isolate me
Their shadows animated
Shift together and drive me down
Into the cracks
And I let them
Some passiveness overtakes as
I resolve to fade
To blend, to yield
The joy of being comfortable
Within solitude
Invites a curse of emergent distance
As magnets repel one another
As wind affects ocean
As birds fall from the
Sky
I smell thick hot coffee
Close my eyes and breathe in.
I bend but do
Not
Break.