Alone I sit among life’s vibrations of progress…
They’ll sit right beside me for their own silent congress.
Just a matched set in the din, making one lone figure.
Then there’s a laugh not meant for me; but so familiar.
I smile to myself & hope that it fades unnoticed.
I don’t want to disturb them when they seem so focused.
Yet, here we are; two stepping stones in a roiling stream.
Together, quiet & content amidst things extreme.
Time & life flows around us for several hours.
No names nor words needed here; in this place of ours.
L.B.Stowe 