We sit in anonymity

Waiting for the day

Waiting for ourselves to catch up with

the Earth's steady rotation.

 

A cocktail of chemical fresh,

stirs in the slow moving air.

Magazine designed faces

pour over free media,

ipods jogging their loreal shiny hair.

 

This fractured slice of time,

the continuity of rotation and life,

is delivered as new and starts

with hope.

As the stories untold

rub shoulders

with us and

disembark,

the jostle of the urbane

reminds us that now

is part of always.