Amid the multitude of people all aligned, waiting;
Most not even present, vaguely anxious,
Inside the empty looks, the shadows
I find myself, inadvertently contemplating, absorbing the moment.
As a sordid sound of machinery announces its arrival,
The hundreds of people start their march
Each assigned to a random point, that indicate the gateway;
And as the march proceeds, I stand on my ground, immobile
I see their aim, their goal to enter their assigned space,
Inside, others move, exit, migrate, its all alive;
but nobody notices, they all simply exist
While I see the sudden acquaintances of created by the moment.
As I stand, a new sound of pleasant melody announces its
time;
I stand where I started, gazing at the faces, their indifference.
And as the subway wagon resumes its journey, more rapidly
each moment,
I contemplate the faces that vanish, passing through,
melting, fading away.
