I drive down the street in silence,
Return a movie, stop by Sonic to
Get a Dr Pepper,
And then continue on toward . . .
I live almost anonymously in the city now,
Just like I once dreamed of doing,
While living too well known.
I thought then how wonderful it would be
To just be a stranger,
To raise my head up and
Look around and see only people who
About me knew
That would be a relief, I thought then.
And it is.
I go to the grocery store
And see only people I do not know,
Have never seen before,
And will probably never see again.
No one knows who I am here.
No one knew who I was there either.
But they thought they did.
And that was worse.
With a sigh I realize
That yes, this is better.
But is this it?
I’m not sure where I’m going.
But I hope I’m not there yet.