The local train
Downtown
The machine mumbles “…approaching the station.” Rumbling.
Up the stairs. Stumbling.
Rushing.
Though I know another one will come soon.
I’m excited.
She’s my lucky number.
I arrive on Noah’s ark.
With the whole entire world.
Brushing against me. Crowds of every language, every hope, every dream.
Distinctly American.
A thousand hometowns on that train.
Yet we sway together.
From many one.
Making our way on the local train.
Uptown
Homecoming.
People of all flags stand together saluting
Our American Queen.
I lose my balance.
And find safety with you, a stranger.
As we grasp hands for a second.
I look into your eyes
You’re a child selling chocolates.
You’re a mom
Your hands are calloused by skyscrapers.
You smile, and I laugh.
And we stand there, swaying.
Just you and me.
And the whole entire world.
On the local train.
Michael Zoorob 