Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Waiting in line
On the bus, waiting in a ticket line, at the grocery store or anywhere and I become immersed in these thoughts. I drift into this hidden place where I make up the worlds the people in line live in. They catch my eye and I imagine them in the shower, wrestling into their socks or swimming naked in a river. I take off their clothes and take down their protective walls all in a moment in line. I watch this woman texting, smiling to herself while she is living in another world with someone else as she stands so near. I imagine she's having a magical time all her own. I stare because she is beautiful. I watch her because we are strangers and may never cross paths again.