Waiting by the edge

I fell off the edge of the world today
along with the poor
the malnourished
the misunderstood
surprisingly
there was a queue waiting
I thought I'd be the only one—
they were all patiently awaiting their turn
no need to hurry,
push
or cut lines
there was an almost politeness about the entire situation
chatting comfortably
language no barrier
I felt content to be there
I felt like I was home
someone offered me their story
and I listened intently
much different to my own
no one felt sorry for no one
no need really
there wasn't a priority
pats on the backs as they let go
a whoosh
a swish
and they were gone