Underneath the bright Hong Kong lights
The train darts off into the night.
The man next to me speaks in silence,
Nodding to the soft sound of the engine.
Head nestled into the comfort of the seat.
His head leaned against the window. Newspaper folded on his lap.
The window reflects the city lights.
A clear view of the stars that rest just above.
Twinkles outnumbered by the passing of city lights.
Folds of sheet metal and bolts welded together
Layer after layer.
The discovery of invention darting through the underground tunnel
watching the stars from the other side.
A sweet escape from the thoughts that make us feel trapped,
concealed.
The wrinkles on the mans face next to me droops,
he's sleep.
The innovation of being at ease.
And with a yawn and a stretch, soon I will be too