My traffic life

A movement, something caused me to look

And there he was

Sitting, staring straight ahead

Those dark eyes stared as if it saw right through me

Yet there was no hint of recognition

In that sightless, quiet gaze

Slowly he sipped his coffee

Still staring, lost in his own thoughts

I wonder what thought crossed his mind

That caused that crease between his brows

Distracted for a moment, he turned and looked to his right

Uninterested, perhaps there was nothing much to be curious about

He went back staring straight ahead

A gentle breeze danced on his hair

A sudden stillness, softness in his eyes

Was it satisfaction or quiet amusement?

Or was he so taken up running lists in his head?

Was he looking forward to this day?

Or was it simply boredom?

No tired lines marred his face

A youthful glow lost in daze

I can watch him untiringly

As he sat and stared ahead

But the lights changed

And I must go

And so must he

With blinkers on, he turned left

As I moved on forward ahead

He stared, but did not see

And he will never know

That a story was written about him

It sounds cruel, I know

It was his fault

He stared but never saw.

My Traffic life
from the rearview mirror
04-25-07 Penn