Crowd

Voices around me
but not speaking to me,
I’m in the middle of a crowd,
but not being
with anybody.

Ambience of life
like video playing,
was it a clickbait?
And I’m part of it
for somebody else too.

A weekly catch up,
fleeting laughter,
broken sentences,
chatter of steps
knocking on pavement.

I’m pecking on sounds,
pondering their fleeting taste;
shards of words
recycled in a loop
ready to sprout again.

Crowd is not asking questions -
"to be or not to be",
"stay or go away",
"somebody or nobody",
"here or there".

Not asking questions,
not looking for answers.
Sometimes poison,
sometimes antidote
to loneliness.

Going around
the Fountain of Life
and missing it completely,
only occasionally throwing in
coins for luck.

© Ludmila