Sonder
By: Mridula Murugan
I see strangers
the way the waves hit the shore
for a moment of tentative exploration
before receding to the depths of comfort.
Every face I see in passing
has a history
that stretches farther than I’ll ever follow.
They all go home to something.
A favorite mug.
A family.
A book worth curling up to read.
A dog that loses its mind
when the keys hit the lock.
They all carry
secret griefs,
inside jokes,
text messages
they’ve read a hundred times.
I pass them,
they pass me,
and we keep moving
as if the whole world isn’t
a mosaic of almost-meetings
and untold stories.
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