There are no words
For that feeling
That precedes tears.
The eyes lose their sparkle
And focus, chin falls, and
Lips tremble.
The loneliness of it all
Seems worse in the crowd
Jostling at the change of lights,
Pedestrians, scooters, cyclists,
Cars turning, ignoring us all
Standing like sheep,
Huddled together for safety.
In this strange city
I have no language to ask
'Are you all right?'
And in the moment of
This thought arising,
That cannot be put into words,
The lights change and the tide
Of the pressing throng turns,
Sweeping us on without
Another thought.