empty reprisal - a poem

I went to the Fair
this evening alone,
buds in my ears,
playing music amidst
the out-ers attending,
expecting to feel lonely
I fell, entranced,
caught as a passerby
in a crowd of belong-ers,
how many young men
with young families
reflected me, ages ago,

occuring to me,
I was just one node of
a circle,
small, yes, but part of one,
help building fractals
that I standing, upright,
I could see building
one on the other