A lady with rainbow-colored hair. I swear,
There were prisms trapped in her strands
Perhaps she was a
A schoolgirl standing in the center of the car
Reading a book in one hand,
While grasping the handrail with the other
In an expert commuter’s stance
Ever so nonchalant.
The scene was begging to be
But I couldn’t bring myself
To invade her privacy
Instead, I simply clicked the shutter in my head
Then zoomed in to read what was written on the spine:
We push and shove,
Sardines in a can
Or, all slightly rank in the heat of mid-afternoon,
Pickles sloshing around in a jar.
The train lurches,
Slamming us into each other.
We smile sheepishly,
As we pull apart,
Regaining our balance
and breathing space.
The doors slide open
At the busiest junction
Welcoming a new crush
“It’s survival of the fittest!” I hear someone shout.
Death by suffocation
Between the most curious of body parts
What’s the use of safety handrails
When dignity and
fly out the window.
Decked out in an immaculately cut
This stylish lady
Who must be someone’s grandmother
Put the rest of us to shame.
I couldn’t help but smile.
On a day
When my feet felt
Deader than dead
I prayed for an empty seat on the train.
Silly, I know
Seeing as it was rush hour, and all,
But I dared to hope, anyway.
Two stops later,
I felt a tap on my shoulder
A woman pointed to her freshly-vacated seat,
As she moved past me toward the exit
I looked around to see if anyone else wanted the space
But open palms gestured, go ahead
I sank onto the plastic gratefully
Amazed yet again at how even the smallest of prayers