Alone in a Crowd of Foreign Faces

Alone in a crowd of round foreign faces

Like a small boat on a boundless sea

Bobbing up and down among the countless waves

Jostled at every turn by elbows and knees

Tripped by the heels at every step

We feel lost and lonely

Cut off from our mooring

Without an anchor

The people drift with the tide

The tide comes in and goes out

Every day

Sometimes a storm happens

And the people become restless and turbulent

In a strange kind of kinetic motion

The waves come crashing at our door