Subway

Bodies line the wall,

Waiting.

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