Sunday, August 30, 2009


Bodies line the wall,
Men's eyes raise
As the beautiful woman walks by.

Some things never change.

A song plays in my head.
The tiles on the platform
Create a dance floor;
I take my ballerina steps
In my ballerina shoes.

I could've been a dancer.

Downcast eyes surround me
On a crowded train.

I search.

I search for the one who knows;
Sometimes it is a man
Sometimes a woman
Sometimes, a child.

Eyes raise to meet mine.
I smile,
And my smile is returned.

We turn away
Before anyone notices.
To be found is sublime,
But, oh, the great delight
In being lost again.

tall penguin