He crouched on the floor of the packed subway train
8 00 am, I was work bound
I watched him. I questioned his reason why he was with all of us on that train.
We have learned-us and them
But what is this us and this them?
My leather purse in lap, iPod in ear
His clothes tattered, hair unkempt and face unshaven
My clothes carefully chosen, hair brushed, make up on
His hands covered his eyes, with the occasional glance outwards
He was traveling westward, as was I.
He mumbled words and peaked under his fingers
I wondered of his life. Grossly curious
I felt pity and then compassion
He and I
We both travelled westwards