on the train

The cables above the train dance in anticipation keeping time with the pulse of my thoughts. Before the train comes to a stop, the smile of an older woman in a tattered sweater stills me. Her eyes twinkle with blossoms sweet nectar in them as she stares beyond the glass of her world. I am pulled from my own flurried thoughts and into this playground she is discovering. Her eyes have lured me just enough that i now crave the fruit i watched her yearn for. I smiled at the very instant, melting layers built by persistant busy-ness and stubborn pride. It becomes too easy to live inside one's head. Alone with my thoughts, i explore the unknown--but its so foreign when you are alone. But there are always those little things that tear back the scarlet tapestry in my mind, reminding me of the wonderful whimsies in this world to behold. My feet meet the ground again, and i find i am in step with some around me. Down the row of people in this fifth car, a man taps his feet in perfect time to the music of my ears. Perhaps life has a soundtrack after all... you just have to train your ears for its melody...