Poem: We find spaces to empty and fill

In tubes of steel and plastics
We speed across cold tracks

World-watching through silica panes
While the weather smash wet

We pull into the terminus
Silently struggling en masse
Combating for cramped spaces
Dry stepping to avoid the damp

We gush like water molecules
Through a sprout into
Confines ill-designed

And finally out!

We the unsteady human tide
Pulsating with individual intent
Ebbing as a coherent mass

We find spaces to empty and fill

~ Ivan Chew

Waiting for the Rain to Stop
Waiting for the Rain to Stop by Brian Sahagun, on Flickr
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