6th February, 2016 (4 of 5, Crowds)

by Brendan Strong

Where do they come from?
I don’t mean the hotel or
Their cars or the train or the bus.
I mean: Where do they come from?

Like ants or busy bees, swarm the
Entrances and exits around attractions and
Coffee counters – they can hardly
All fit in! Where do they all come from?

No one means to be unmannerly,
But no one means to stop,
Meandering around each other wondering:
Where have all these people come from?

Do they slide down from the sky on roller coasters,
Or fall from the clouds in the sudden-droppers,
Do they spin out from tea cups?
Where do all these people come from?

Dodging hot dogs and coffees,
Avoiding the sticky situation of
Bumping into a cool refreshing beverage
Where do they come from?

Lines of snakes and ladders
Under signs with queue times:
Thirty, forty, ninety minutes!
Where do they all come from?

Are they in there? The ones
Parents warn children about-
Very few meet them but there’s always the fear:
Where do they all come from?

Shoulder to shoulder we
Wonder the parc, not quite together
But too close to be apart:
And where are we even going
And what are we even doing
And why are we even here
And where did we all come from?

 

 

 

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