I am a point mass

I am a point mass Swept up in the flow of folk Conducted by boys in blue.

Do drops of water have take off their shoes, I wonder? Do they become strangely uneasy when others move faster than they. Do they make idle conversation, loitering in tide pools?

I am a point mass, One amongst many,

To be shuffled and sorted and guided. I regain my humanity only when I arrive.