In a Public Place - The Servant

When in a public place

Note how well

I manoeuvre

It’s like a quest for grace

When among stumbling commuters

I think about each step

Not of where I’m trying to get

Watching people move

They appear to groove

With the invisible

Watching people move

They appear to fuse

With the invisible

Oh you lost those moves

How is it possible

When in a limited space

I try to find a cube for me

With subtle changes of pace

I move through various densities

I think upon each stride

Until I feel I glide

Watching people move

They appear to groove

With the invisible

Watching people move

They appear to fuse

With the invisible

Oh you lost those moves

How is it possible

Scuffed shoes

O what to do…