Sometimes I find myself in a group of strangers
and I realize I am looking for myself.
Usually, we are gathered in a place together for some reason–
common interest, perhaps.
A compelling topic,
a common cause,
or at least, children of the same age.
A common chord is among us, something
stirred us from complacency to presence.
We are all in this place.
People mill about, making conversation
and I wonder if I am here, too.
Or at least, another incarnation of me, a soul sister.
Someone whose spirit brought her body into this venue
Something similar to what I am.
Assuming, of course, that I know what exactly that is.
I haven’t lived here long,
but long enough
to know that the probability exists
that I will know someone
or be known.
But for now it is just me
in the midst of them.
Soon, one or both of us will break the ice
and we will become us.
I haven’t seen her yet.
But I know, in the midst of this crowd of strangers,
she is also looking for me.