all stationary the tense of surroundings  new
in between busstops and not knowing subways or cabs
never having been in the buildings shadows
so tall imposing
I walked a lost path among a strange imposing crowd
trying to get my bearings
a foothold
while the neon flashed
the traffic honked screeched slammed
as I wandered never as alone
got pushed taken along adrift in the
crowded undertow
me a man that swam in a pond once
with  big fish gars and goldfish now
just adrift with no horizon
that I think is what scared me
all manmade light and skies and clouds and shadows
and the lack of human interchange
no talking no eye contact
but the sounds as loud or louder than
the Friday rants at
Blue Bob's restaurant
or the dancing people
at Big Bill's jamboree
back home
in Bama
I felt like I was in
a strange world
and I found out ten
months later
I was    
it was not just my imagination
and I was not having a bad trip
it is all so alien
a lonely hayseed blown so far away