Where do all these people go?
\nI stand in line buying groceries
\nand watch a world full of people.
\nThere are so many,
\nyet I feel an empty heart,
\nas if the last package
\nhad been taken off the shelf
\nand there\u2019s nothing more to buy.
\nIt\u2019s a mood and it will pass.
\nI will go about my business,
\nbut the faces arrest my attention.
\nWho would I like to know?
\nWho would I avoid?
\nWhy do I ignore some and not others?<\/p>\n
Yet I enjoy being with them.
\nI enjoy the bustle,
\nthe small theater,
\nthe heart wrench of a child\u2019s stare,
\nthe affectation of a nose ring,
\nfloppy pants,
\nwomen with strange hair,
\nand the unusual,
\na totally natural face
\ngone to seed like a garden.<\/p>\n
I believe there is a hidden language
\nbetween all of us.
\nIn our separate places,
\nthere is one place,
\none heart beating in unison,
\ntrying to find its way,
\nlooking for beauty,
\nadventure,
\na little love,
\nmore light.
\nSo I stop judging.
\nI pay the clerk
\nand leave the store
\nwith something following me,
\nit says with an inaudible kindness,
\nyou are not alone!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where do all these people go? I stand in line buying groceries and watch a world full of people. There are so many, yet I…<\/p>\n