POETRY - PHILOSOPHICAL


Alone in a Crowd:

Anonymous in a crowd, alone but not alone.
That eerie surreal feeling of loneliness, in a tightly congested space.
Of pounding London streets, amidst the throng of millions, at the hub of the world.
Congested fuming highways, chaperon my silent walking vigil,
Passing intent purposeful folk, upon their etheric tramlines,
Interweaving meandering tourists, no eye contact or verbal salutation.
Sardine can subway trains, where no dialogue will be heard
From heads hidden behind newspapers and books, where only Greek
Will break the unwritten subway code, of intransit silence;
Fear, aloofness, single-mindedness and modesty, all prevent contact and communication;A fly on the wall position, of surreal observations removed, distant but close.