Something, someone

There is something happening
I knew sitting on the platform
feeling the air moving
ahead of the train

There is something pushing
I realized walking home
feeling the heat pouring
off of brick buildings

There is something growing
I sensed standing at the gate
feeling the lie slipping
out of my mouth

There is someone hiding
I guessed under the streetlight
feeling the tears rising
up from the shadows

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The first two stanzas are based on real experiences, one sitting in a MARTA station Saturday afternoon, the second walking back to my car after a late evening meeting on campus yesterday. The second two just developed from the rhythm.