Together in London

The road roars

The wind paves the park

the patches of grass all surrounded by lives

Legs standing. Parks still.

the tube imminent.

the lives of others unfolding

scattered like pins in the swirl of humanity

of this city, made of roads that would take us to each other, all unknowns to more places to be alone together, between lives we know nothing and, at this very moment, everything about.

Solidarity finds me under the tree feasting on the breaking cars.

the traffic lights that change

The life that passes through me. Like a breeze. My eyes feast.

I hear the carriage coming like the sound of time

And I hold on the rail tight.

And we mind the gap

Between where we are and what is happy

Stand on the right

London.

What have you made of all of us?