Standing on the corner,
idling beside today’s traffic
flowing like the passing of time,
exhaust fumes become
the heady taste of isolation
swimming round his head.
The man with unusually bright eyes,
looks for the people,
to see through their lives.
He crosses his eyes,
and every one masses together
like a restless sea.
As they move, as they swim
passing by, it’s a pattern;
always new, ever changing.
Looking at his watch he sighs,
‘Time to go into the chaos.’
With a blink of fire-guilded light,
he blends, and vanishes.
