POEM - Saturday Bazaar

Like a field of wild flowers
The crowds pass by below
Observed from my perch
Leaning on the chrome railing
Not wanting to interfere
With the Saturday evening
Migratory ritual
Playing out in full view
The beautiful flowing robes
Sauntering with their girlfriends
Or their sisters and mothers
Lost in conversation
Just like the denim clad boys
Hanging with their brothers
From the same or other mothers
Waiting for the arrangement
Where they must become men
But tonight it is play and friendship
An arm on a shoulder
A clasp of the hands
Everyone takes a turn
Snapping a selfie
With big smiles and joy
The flow of colors sometimes interrupted
By the serpentine trail
Of the school children
Out for a late night field-trip
Following and chatting and staying together
Moving through the fields
Of gathering souls
It is Saturday at a mall
It is a festival and a bazaar
It is a friendly family of joy
Taking in the scene
From my perch here
On the clean chrome railing