On the Train

standing on the platform,

i share small space with a crowd,

squeezed, pressed, pushed

we wait in anticipation

in utter impatience..

tempted to be irritated,

we simply keep silent

students, teachers,

mothers, friends,

lovers..

teenagers, mid-20's,

30's, grandmas..

We itch to get out of there,

the sight of the train

is our delight

Finally it's here but

only some could get on..

I am left on the platform,

and I am waiting still..

The train will leave now

and I watch the door close

The train starts to move,

and is now leaving fast..

i look at the faces

and don't recognize any..

the train zooms now and

everyone is white..

the train is moving fast..

everyone is white..

-JCR (Feb. 8, 2011)