Floating, undeniably floating
like the rhythms of music notes shaded in on a previously blank page
paper trails of blotted ink marking the stretches of musical highways.
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song
dancing on the tip of your tongue, so sweet
but not important enough for your mind to keep the beat
meeting the glazed eyes of strangers
on sidewalks, in places I shouldn't be, where my face is an afterthought
only a blurb in the business section
glanced at as you flip the page.
Like a sailboat on a silent sea
wandering across the horizon guided by the hands of the whispering waves
staying and leaving at the same time, and you ask me how
Well here I am; bobbing up and down in an ocean of people
you understand, right?
endless lengths of waves, the movement continuous, but progress
towards a destination I do
not
know
Do you get it
so many people existing coherently
meshing but not mixing
Like chemistry, billions of atoms make up a whole
but we are not homogeneous
suspended in our solutions, but not quite
mixtures that can be
undistinguished
Unlike the chromosomes in our bodies, we are not homologous
not
identical in size, shape, and content
but would you ever know that?
passing me by on the street and maybe
I gain your acknowledgement;
our half second interaction and another plain face, but
did you realize I had a life complete
-ly different from yours
