Poem: Waiting For a Bus in a Room Full of People

A poem about connection.

The academic approached me
at the morning tea, said she appreciated
the playlists I added in the hope
of making the staff newsletter more interesting.

Instead of standing in front of me,
she stood right beside. And we both
looked up at the blank wall ahead,
a sea of other people may or may not

have been right there in front of us.
But that didn’t matter. The…