I saw a man on the train
The softness of his smile;
His kid in his arms;
In that moment I knew,
He was the happiest man alive.
Like the wind that whispers its secrets
I watched him while he stroked his son’s head,
And then I looked,
At the budding vulnerability of life itself,
With the whole world ahead of him
He knew of nothing else but his father’s arms
They were the warmest;
The kindest glow of the morning sun;
The immediate reassurance after a nightmare;
The softest sound of running streams;
And with the surety of that
He dropped his head and went back to sleep
The train arrived at their destination and they left
Suddenly the whole place seemed empty.
There was silence between crowded footsteps,
I think I sat there for hours.