The train is now arriving.

Please let passengers exit first.

 

A guiding hand, pushing past

throngs of people, 

sonder high, 

faces lit by screens.

 

Casual conversation, 

the occasional swear, 

a few gazing anxiously 

through the windows at the invisible

walls of the dark tunnels. 

 

Amidst pressure, 

moving people, 

holding onto bars and handles, 

I wedge myself into free space.

 

Where others stand

upon stable-footed ground

I find myself in

the space between dimensions,

the nexus of trains, 

the dangerous-thus-free nowhere

where I can lounge. 

 

Between the seas on left and right

this connector between is

an island of peace, and I 

alone stand here.