I’m one of twelve million people.
Insignificance…
let me count the ways.
Crammed in sidewalks,
mobbed in stores,
crushed in temples,
it takes great effort
to establish anything
about myself.
How can I favor
the color blue
when the thousand others
in this serving line don’t?
Where’s my love for Bach
when my ears drown
in Bollywood tunes?
And how can I love you?
Nobody else here does.
Sure, I get it.
We’re all unique in our own way.
But what about in everybody’s way?
John Grey is an Australian born poet. He has recently been published in “International Poetry Review,” “Vallum,” and the science fiction anthology “The Kennedy Curse” with work upcoming in “Bryant Literary Magazine,” “Natural Bridge,” and the “Oyez Review.”