Moving forward
On track
-
I turn toward
The window
And see
Reflections
-
Ghost-like
Dim and transparent
-
Oddly still
-
Hovering
-
Paused
-
While everything
Behind them
Streaks by
-
Blurred
-
Momentary
Flashes of clarity
Appear
-
I squint
To see beyond
-
It hurts
My eyes
-
So I lean closer
-
Dare to press
My forehead
Against the glass
-
I focus
Through the portal
Of shadow
-
To look past
-
Deep
Into the blackness
-
There is nothing
Worth looking at
-
I pull back
Into the light
-
Aware
Once again
Of the people
Present
Around me