They had rushed to find me, suspecting, But they couldn’t be sure No more than I. For though my purpose was clear, I was thwarted on every turn First by my legs, which failed me Then by others, flocking to the same place but a different end And finally, 10 meters from my objective My mind gave up.
And so I wandered, entranced and enraptured, From exit to entrance and exit again. Around me sounds blurred To a grey rushing river — I saw little Only my feet as on I trod To some ineffable finality. Who can say?
For the next hour found me sat A rock in an ocean of people Drawing glances and glares From the sympathetic and busy, My eyes fixed onwards Seeing nothing, and my body Exhausted, frozen, dead.
There they found me, my guardians, my stewards My poor beloved I could not even thank them when they did. Tears streaming down the face of one, And fear streaming down the other They took me, and held my broken person And whisked me to safety. I could not thank them. I could not tell them what happened Nor why I loved them, and every atom of me Ached to tell them so And yet It would not come.
Still I sat, gaze unyielding Body unmoving As my saviours, now themselves Safe, erupted.