eStranger

All these people,
Milling and mixing and matching,
And of another mind!

They all see you, and that you see them.

Yet nobody knows who you are. And
You know you cannot know them, this way.

And no one understands you are here, or why,
And right now -- or not a story.
And will not ask.

Because you can only ask who is that when you see him,
Truly.

And nobody knows,
How it feels to ask what has never been asked,
Till Time amply passeth;
How it feels to know
What should never have been unknown,
Till now.

In that Place, which is all places!

And tho one or two point
In the vague direction,
Nobody knows, again.

They see you in passing,
And you pass, seeing them, without a word
They are looking for, who knows?

Gait rings a disconnected oneness.

You are a lone stranger.
You are among your own kind brother!

Alien Brother We Didn't Ask M/Any Questions: Haiku

A roomful of tears.
Pictures, days, we remember.
Rainbow in the... Time!