Marching for the beat of 5

The march starts before it’s time,

Marked not with the dinging of an alarm,

or the ticking of the clock’s arm.

No, instead it’s with the muffled patter of feet,

A stealthy scrimmage across your peripheral vision;

the first sign.

crossing past the lobby-

exit, load, unload, enter-

quick and swift, past glass doors, glass walls;

the second sign.

Shadows now march, emerging from transparent caves

Quietly queue-ing, passing through, without a sound,

The Third Sign

March 

One, Two, 

March 

Ready?

Three, Four, Five

March for the beat of 5.