Sometimes the day
just caves in on you
like you were porous
made of sand
you woke
steady as rock
you showered
you dressed
you stared off into the distance
whilst the coffee sipped your sleepiness
away
you dropped the kids
at school
you weaved from this lane
to that
hoping to escape
the modern day slow moving
tragedy of traffic
but you were forced to sit
in your luxurious alcove
where your miserly wits look out
at the others
in theirs
the place where eyes
lives
compare
and then I saw him
I don’t know him well
but i do know
that his baby died
suddenly
long before he was five
and there he was
sitting like all others
obedient in their lanes
abiding by the rules
of another day
nobody would know by looking
what he has had taken away
So the day caves in on you
like you were made of dust
because no amount of tears
or empathy
can fill some holes
in those around us.