Day 7 – Belly Laughs

Belly Laughs

I walk through the turnstile,
In front of me an MTA attendant is on the phone.
He laughs a big belly laugh; deep and true and I can’t hear it but I can feel it deep in me

I know I am covered in snow and he is a man at work,
But for a moment the world laughs for me,
In the chaos.

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Week 1 – Hoyt-Schermerhorn

Hoyt-Schermerhorn

I am crammed on the A train,

Next to a man in an MTA hat. 

I nudge him as I wedge my body in,

We defy the laws of physics and he returns my smile and eye contact.

 

It is a small moment, but we are two people crammed in like sardines,

One of many stories,

Going home to our loved ones and our beds on this rainy Friday evening.

 

Our lives touch for a second, spiraling out like ribbons, greens and blues and the orange of the trains leaving the station.

I am struck by how we interact, human to human, soul to soul.

 

For one afternoon commute, I believe in hope.