Going and Coming
Being a pedestrian
walking with a mixed-up, on the go
purposeful pack of other walkers
and me being aimless,
having no set destination,
yet not wanting to go too far,
because then it would be a long way
back to get back.
I the odd one in,
stop in my invisible tracks,
taking stock,
while the crowd,
(some going, some coming back),
urgently shove their way past me,
and I now know,
what a business meeting feels like
when there is nobody there.
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