Observing on a Rain-Soaked Bench

The wind breathes over me gently
and I have to pull down my sleeves.

It's good to know that I'm not numb.

These people walk by me
hearing voices in static.

They are connected and disconnected.

Connected to the earth, but
disconnected from themselves.

I realize now that they aren't human.

They are part of the infinite pieces
of this puzzle--as am I.

We walk together, breathe together,
allow the wind to caress our hair.

For even in our separation, unity exists.

- SJM -