Humanity

Here is a poem I wrote, since NaBloPoMo's theme is Poem:

Lonely flotsam, floating

on the sea, surging 

along the streets,

bobbing on the surface of the crowd;

the debris is both static and fluid, 

fighting to remain unchanged

yet inevitably drawn along in the flow 

'til at last

the tide must slow,

a moment

before the entire teeming, streaming mass

is inexorably pulled toward the drain.