I am a point mass
Swept up in the flow of folk
Conducted by boys in blue.
Do drops of water have take off their shoes, I wonder?
Do they become strangely uneasy when others move faster than they.
Do they make idle conversation, loitering in tide pools?
I am a point mass,
One amongst many,
To be shuffled and sorted and guided.
I regain my humanity only when I arrive.