Today you moved among the crowds
walking under summer rain,
away from the stench of neglect
taking big steps and small.
You seemed blind to all around,
like a ghost; as if no one could see you,
safe and enclosed in the air
of apathy hanging overhead.
You pulled your coat around you
as your heart beat must have slowed.
Not that you were alive.
I mean, just from watching I could tell.
It’s as if a drought might crash
your doors wide open
and capsize the whole world overboard.
Or has it already?
I shall probably never know.