We lined the hallway by the bathrooms
like paintings on the wall,
employees and shoppers
now all one collective "we"
as we waited for the storm to be over
to let us go back into the store
to finish whatever it was that brought us here.
We ate cookies and laughed, joked together,
shook hands like we were
meeting each other for the first time
even if we'd known one another for months.
We, together, were a tiny dollop of humanity
plopped into a hallway
as the wind waged outside,
ripping through the air and tearing holes.
We were a handful of common people,
a collection of loose parts, all joined
in one corner of one store, taking shelter
where we had to.
YOU ARE READING
These People and I
PoesíaThis year for National Poetry Writing Month, I want to challenge myself by mostly writing about people I wouldn't normally write about. This could include people from my past, present, or even future. I'll be adding a new poem by midnight each day i...
