sitting in the corner of the cafe
the stranger smiles,
was it at me? a mirror? a thought? i look back down, ears open to the world, eyes closed.
speaking a distant tongue
a conversation i will never understand
a conversation i will never know
lives being lived, an eternal busyness,
buzzing, floating, wafting, transferring, energy all around,
a jigsaw puzzle of currents
colliding, smoothy,
changing, the patterns
never the same.
my own current drifting slowly below the surface,
observing, watching, distant, enmeshed, seperate
