Lost Confluences

The tide of people - 
overpowering 
The wave moved 
in unison –
up the road – 
down the slope 
Follow the red flag 
they said 
Hold hands tight
they said 
Don’t lose one another 
they tried.

A monkey cap lay 
crumpled outside 
The waiting areas full
but chairs empty
Shoulders bumping, 
fists pumping 
Words thrown, eyes
shown. 
A stampede brewing
But the cap was left lost & alone.

She decided to leave him 
The slipper abandoned 
by his partner 
Lay dejected and rejected 
Drowning in the 
sand and dust 
Hopelessly staring at the floor 
He never knew how to be by himself
What was his purpose in the world then? .

The loud speaker blared on 
Day in & night out 
Over worked and under valued
He croaked on about 
all the missing people 
He screeched on 
In hopes to find those lost.
Cards dropped, hands slipped 
Phones stolen ; wallets cut. 
The speaker was all that lay 
Between the lost & found.