In Transit

Doors Closing

I sit

I stare

I sit in this empty metal vessel

watching people look where to sit in this voyager

How easy it is to watch a life

mature from afar

Yet hard to be up close

and share a human connection untethered to suspicion

Up close to be connected to another like Legos

The careful placement of pieces

One brick at a time yet

We wait with bated breath for our bricks

to be picked apart

agitated

disrupted

forced to be changed

As the rocking of the mechanized beast lulls me to sleep

I think

I wonder

I wonder about the many diverse souls

that once boarded this mechanical behemoth

For as many trips one may take in life

Do we care more about the journey or the destination

Context Matters

Does the journey matter

Does the destination matter

I guess it’s my turn to find out

Doors Opening