Blue patterned seats
Between cold yellow poles
Strangers seated with eyes
That never catch their souls

Bodies pressed against bodies
Heat and oxygen shared
To remain in one’s solitude
Is the universal prayer

Fingers meet
Or feet step on feet
Apologies never catered
Words don’t ever speak

People with the most in common
Those standing, those seated
Every one of them human
Every one of them beating

This unity shared
Though never acknowledged
Has its own kind of beauty
Forever repeated