All alone, yet surrounded by so many
Faces watching faces without letting on that they peek
Thoughts that usually aren’t thought
bubble up through the mind.
As fleeting images flash by like a strobe light
Pictures into other people’s lives flit past
almost too quick for thought
A face is illuminated by recognition and
is kept animated by the familiar
The illumination dies and the face once again
resorts to its stoic politeness
The noise is undistinguishable from the chatter
I step down
Am briefly bathed in the pool of light allowed to follow me.
The doors close
And I am alone again.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
All alone, yet surrounded by so many
Faces watching faces without letting on that they peek
Thoughts that usually aren’t thought
bubble up through the mind.
As fleeting images flash by like a strobe light
Pictures into other people’s lives flit past
almost too quick for thought
A face is illuminated by recognition and
is kept animated by the familiar
The illumination dies and the face once again
resorts to its stoic politeness
The noise is undistinguishable from the chatter
I step down
Am briefly bathed in the pool of light allowed to follow me.
The doors close
And I am alone again.
(c) Hollie Turner
