Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
No one is an island
We move between others,
not speaking
or interacting
but we
and they
are all parts of the whole.
A smile in passing,
whiff of perfume,
a book in a hand,
the movement of a body
affects who we are,
lights up neurons in our brains.
Memories, a song
transports us somewhere else.
And they,
the mass I move through –
does anyone notice me,
do I remind someone
of some body else,
reflect a memory long forgotten.
I choose to believe I do.
Though I feel invisible at times,
I am not
an island.
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
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