I like listening
To other people’s lives
They all live them… In
ways so different than mine. /
I drive slowly
To watch the other faces
Reactions… Expressions… These
first impressions that won’t leave a scratch.
Because even if I ever do see them again,
I won’t place the face to the situation. /
I firmly trespass and trod through
The footsteps of others before me.
Maybe I’m swerving in reverse—
backtracking from their desired progress. Moving
away from the glorified destination
that their sights and eyes were so surely set upon.
Or possibly I’m shadowing their paths. /
They watch me observing.
But I’d never consider that
this innocent people-watching
may put the victim in an uncomfortable setting
of my gaze and of my attention.
I intrude, analyze… do everything in my power
to better understand. /
So why can’t I give room for everyone else to
do that as well? //