Waves of Isolation

I heard lonely horns and the rumble of passing trains

Though they were too far away
Just visiting ghosts and memories

I stood yesterday in a bustling market
I couldn’t understand or pull a word from the air
Not one that was meant for me

I tumbled in waves of isolation
Lifted suddenly,
Then dashed to sands

At the start I was anxious grasping...
Until I resigned, and
Just let it
Rumble
bustle, and
tumble