Poem A Day

I move among you,
and see you all go by,
your laughter, jokes, joined hands,
your sadness,
the anger that burns between you.
Connected,
you seem a different species
knowing the scent of your own kind.
We nudge and jostle, but the traces
do not remain
I mimic the signals
I've studied so well,
but the language is not my own.
Apart,
I am the watcher in the walkway.
I do not know
if I chose
this sanctuary of separation
or if
it chose me.

Today's prompt was outsider.