Ins and outs
I sit in a crowded train.
Now, staring out the window.
Now, listening to a rambling sound.
Doors, sliding, shaking…
back forth, back forth, back forth…
The noise is loud, almost overwhelming
the tremors growing more furious with each passing mile.
Or so it would seem, maybe I’m wrong.
Yet the rambling is quick, furious, loud…
There is some assurance
in the fact that I’m
not the only one who notices
that thing we all notice, but ignore.
Two girls look at me, smile.
“Boy that’s loud!” we seem to say,
but we say nothing, at all
and stare ahead blindly, unaware.
There is one here who reaches out though,
one who goes around and touches all.
Who is this then, you ask, this person who touches all?
Look! There he is… up and down, left and right…
Six legs, fragile wings…
Bulging black eyes, yet nothing that stings.
There he is! On your leg, then mine…
our friend, Barney the fly, doing just fine…