For all walkers

In the city,
People walk.

Edinburgh, The Fringe.
A tide had not just turned,
But ran,
Or rather walked.
People, like tidal water.
Unstoppable.

And unlike water,
Where two flows meet,
Making mayhem,
Sunken boats and
Wrecks,
Space was made for everyone.

One way, AC/DC fans
Pointed the way to the venue.
The other way,
A mixture of
People, once arrived, we assume
From many boats.

A deep diversity
Seemed
To go deep down,
And also spread
As a surface
Of calm.

A dozen different languages
In a dozen minutes.
People had all come somehow
From somewhere.
Not here,
But here, no difference.

In the city,
We all walked.