inside the huge carparks
markets dividing them in the middle
Searching for the car
Of the person I work for
It is a big car, an expensive one
I was only out for five minutes
Have they left already
I remain here looking out among the cars
The different colors, makes and models
All so stationary
When their function is to move
What a mockery
The painted lines they park between
Not always aligned
When they return from their shopping experience
Do they look upong their vehicle as a son or daughter?
A slight smile or relief it's sitting there where they left it
It is an area where you could easily forget
Like me now in this instant
Walking back and forth like a tidal fisherman
Checking my phone to see if a message has been sent
Sending my own message but it is not recieved
I never cared about cars or fitting into a specific space
Now the thousands of headlights look at me
But I'm not the new owner
I cannot navigate them all back to their garages
I cannot even find my client
despite her SUV that should stick out
So I stop walking and enjoy the sense of being lost
What a privilege it is to not know where one is
In such a sea of cars
What a relief it is to accept you place with no sesne of direction
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