Flood

It was one of those days... a series of encounters meaningful to me, and, I realize now, to others.  A figurative flood of encounters.  This probably happens all the time.  It*s just sometimes... I notice.

Yesterday was a figurative

Flood.

People washed over

My hull

In public places

And private.

I had lunch

With unplanned people,

Met them coming

And going.

I realized

I was part of the figurative flood

Washing over

The hulls

Of others.

I figure I know

Some of them anyway.

There is rarely any good way

To figure them all.

Yesterday I was flooded

And flood

Both.