Somehow, while the world was turning
I got left on the outside..standing still.
Everything seemed normal and yet
I sensed that I was missing.
Things flashed by me, while saxophones wailed like sirens
and yet, I was frozen, in place, in time, in space
The black night kept me hanging, while the colors
swirled around me, the laughter, the warmth,
but I was unable to take part…
being on another plane looking in,
seeing without living,
breathing without being alive.
September 23, 2017