unseen map

it's
at a big grocery store
or a museum
or a park
someone sneezes -
or
a buzzer beep beep beeps -
perhaps a truck
is backing up
people rise
as though for musical chairs
all in motion
tugged
up and down the aisles.
Paths intersect
in perfect time
the skipping little girls
in bright clothes
meet the determined trails
of old ladies
with squeaky carts.
2 cars a block apart
cross the same street
like mirror images
as i cross on foot
a third block away
we share a point
on a timeline,
a few beats
on a drum
a synchrony
a link
parallels
and intersections
fine lines
on the unseen map
of space and time