I look in from the outside
Yet I’m in the midst of the crowd.
I am in a glass box sealed by noise
The roar of talking drowns the conversation
I see lips move, but hear no words.
I catch a phrase;
A sentence crumb from which I grasp some meaning
Through expressions on faces
And the gestures of hands
A chat with someone near
That quickly fades into the pneumatic drill sound of chatter
When others join in with the small talk.
I am in the midst of the crowd
But look in from the outside
