TheFeatheredSleep – standing alone
When
The thick trunk of families, surges upward and onward
And the line thins out of impatient elbows
You stand as you always have
Alone
More conscious of their abundant overflow
At an airport without a ticket, watching throngs of souls
Connected and coming together, like migration encourages the swell and surge of birds riding warm air
Somehow knowing, they are part of a greater collective
And you stand there, in your well worn shoes
And your empty pockets ache, for someone to turn and say
Aren’t you with us?
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