The Shuffle


If store window mannequins
gained sudden autonomy
leaping from their pedestals
self willed caricatures
shuffling about aimlessly
colliding with one another
pursuing unknown business
they would by every appearance
seem not so different
from the regular type humans
milling about even now.

 

Vacant of eye.
Unsure in step.
Wondering where to sit.
Wondering what to eat.
Remembering only yesterday.
Hoping and praying
with an earnest desperation
for instructions
on where to go
what to do,
how to feel.

It’s not sad, really.
Its just
nothing at all.