I am glimpsed through
Familiar eyes that
No longer recognise me,
And so become as eyes
Unaccustomed to this face
Through which I see
The crowded world around me.

The view is of a sea of
Unrecognised features forming
The crests of a hundred waves...
Flowing back and forth
Across my vision with
The tides that move
Some further than others.

Eyes roam for known targets,
Lock with eyes they know
Or are locked in concentration
As they fling communication
Out into the world outside.
A line up of hopeful eyes
Await liquid fulfilment
As they flicker endlessly
With the beating of their
Open hearts.

Somewhere, in this inelegant chaos,
There is beauty; the awe inspiring
Foreboding beauty of
A flock of birds, wings
Beating in time, minds set
Upon the same destination.
It is beauty nonetheless,
Revealing itself in the
Occasional synchronicity
Of those swimming through
This ocean of which I
Do not quite feel a part.

So while some feel at home
Here, I am merely at a
Temporary staging point,
Awaiting the journey to
My next destination.

03/05/2005

Posted on 03/06/2005
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