The flowers bloom out of sight,
the sun rises out of sight,
the sun sets out of sight,
the gathering clouds, the soft rain, the waving grass blades,
out of sight, out of sight.
She sits by herself, her
shawl wrapped around her, comforting
cotton material, what
she needs is the comforting touch of her fellow being, but
pride is damming, also
the lack of awareness is prevalent, as
man goes about their day.
Men with diamonds around on their wrists,
women with diamonds around their necks,
her eyes avoiding her own reflection,
as people double click the pictures on injustice on their phones,
sipping on their drinks,
while she thirsts for aid.
Too many animals walking around, not
enough humans, too
many concerned about themselves, their
own looks, their own bank account, their own desires, not
enough who can empathize with the desperate others, even
though everyone knows the desperation, and
in their own time of desperation craved another’s compassion.
“How are you?”
“Are you okay?”
She talks to herself,
practicing a smile,
to match that of the surrounding people,
so she feels part of the crowd,
and not alone,
as she sits alone,
out of notice,
out of care,
out of sight,
wandering animals around her.