Crowds of faceless strangers localized in their busy worlds cram into carriages
swelling and flowing - grand swirls of color.
some angry, others lonely, many unnoticed, contrasting dully
against the confident entrepreneurs with iPads, iPhones, and cocksure strides
and the stressed out corporate-ladder-climbers who discreetly
brush their dry-cleaned suits free from breakfast crumbs and hints of dandruff
Lustful eyes and frantic hands of young lovers
entwine themselves in an amorous microcosm of obsession that
others steal glances at periodically –
conjuring up fantasies or passionate memories
of their own to make the trip pass quicker
Sleep depraved young mothers with cradles of baby, diaper bag and fluffy toys
take up seats with apologetic half smiles
-trying to remain inconspicuous
as tiny voices begin to whine in protest
Late night revellers, covered in layers of other peoples sweat,
barefoot - dangling shoes and flat battery mobiles,
cast loathsome looks as the carriages lurch and sway
This daily gathering of strangers -
anonymous blank eyes protect a gulf of ambiguity creating a unique ambiance
Real life stories are securely hidden behind the commuter masks.
I wonder who is planning a four star holiday, and who is battling cancer?
Who is excited about their child's first steps and who can't fall pregnant?
Who tossed and turned all night and who had sex?
I draw imaginary lines connecting them all
- human constellations orbiting around an invisible centrifugal force,
A cosmic dance of never ending motion
I recognize elements of myself reflected in all of them and sense an automatic kinship
I follow their eyes earnestly craving a hint of recognition
and I wonder if they ever do the same.