Around me are trains, going everywhere with people of means
Huddled in their puffy coats, face glistening from kisses
The snow on eyelashes of haze, making them cry
For something in their lives stays silent and loud
All I see is just a blur, clearly the movements of a crowd
The train arrives clack clack clack clack clack cla-
I sit next to a man, broad sloping shoulders
Staring at bright coloured slogans against the harbor
My eyes noticed them, and linoleum floors abundant
his child, bubblegum candy in her hair, eyes closed
and our ears are attracted to her breathing
A boy in blue against the blurry water view
Raises his eye upwards, grinning
With a paper patch, a Crayola work of gauze
Fatherly hands ruffle the head, both smile
and yo ** yo ** a pirate’s life for...
My mind jerks back to what it once was
The conductor’s voice seeps through the corridors
A toned down velvet mixed with earthly undertones
As we all stepped back to ground, and the platform
carries away the distance in something so close
My observations on a train one day. Noticeable were the people around me, as each individual tells a story through expression and interaction. That day I noticed parent and child interactions, whom are possibly given difficult situations. The feeling of motion and movement.