Microcosmos

Sometimes of an evening,

I look around and wonder.

I see little worlds flying past,

Their inhabitants busy focused

On their own non-orb

Such colors glinting in the sun!

Reds, greens, blues, blacks, and whites

Glitter and they whiz by.

A brief pause, and I look over to see a woman

Alone in her world and talking, but nobody’s there;

Then the stream starts back up, and her world disappears in the flow.

My world is nice and comfortable, if only a little lonely;

I wonder where everyone is going, lost in their own worlds,

Unnoticing, unthinking, simply hurrying along.

Lost in my own thoughts,

I pull into my driveway and step onto terra firma.