Passing through

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.