In the two hour immigration line
As I watch the couples gently lean their bodies against one another
Taking the strain off of their feet.
Watching the fathers clutch their babies
Lovingly patient with them
I stand on my own two feet
Leaning only into my own weight
No one to hold me
Doing nothing but smile because I don’t speak the language.
Loneliness hits me like a powerful rip tide
And I’m pulled under.
After fighting the current for hours
Exhausted, spirit drowned in tears
I allow myself to float
On a bunk bed up high
And remember that I am not lonely
Only for now, alone
And that this sea I’m swimming in
Is called growth.