I am needed somewhere urgently

Shepherded through a massive crowd

Time is short as I weave in and out

I think of nothing but the desperate rush I am in

Until a bewitching face flashes past

Headed in the opposite direction

Her eyes shine out from beneath her veil

Glowing as she pushes something: a pram or a stretcher

She is so familiar to me but I am unrecognised

There is no eye contact

Nor the slightest acknowledgment 

As if we weren’t supposed to meet yet in this alternate life

My aides grow impatient

Many shoulders bump into mine

My wild and hurried steps now tamed

And just like that she is gone

Lost in the flock and hidden from my sight

The job at hand turns insignificant as she, now, is my urgency