I jump on a train
but every seat’s full;
I buzz up and down
like an ant in an anthill
looking for my place;
trying, trusting god,
but every gaze avoids
my eyes, my eager face
and, deep inside, I pray,
pacing like a dad.
that I will find a friend
that, if I trust today,
a gap will open, smile;
my heart is thudding still.
I am always surprised at how few people smile back anymore, how few friendly or at least responsive faces there are on planes or trains. I know there are some places that wouldn't be safe, but that isn't true for most of the places I go. I'm not sure what there is to hide. Maybe they only want a few moments of solitude, and have turned the world off in transit. And btw, I have no idea how you write on trains. I can't seem to settle down to write in public places.
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