Poem - The Track

She reaches her hands into her jacket pockets trying to tunnel deeper to keep warm
Crisp air chilling her face as she breathes out the warm air from her lips
The blood rushes to her skin causing her skin to turn a shade of pink
The wind blowing all around her causing wisps of hair to come undone
Jacket tightening and scarf fluffing to keep the warmth of her body in
The rumble under her feet begins as she waits for the coming train on the platform
Rushing and whirring all around the train comes into the station
Passing her by with a constant vibration stirring her and shaking her body
Electricity in the air from the motion makes the hair stand up on her neck
The train comes to a thunderous stop in front of her with a slight screeching
The doors open and the passengers flood by her
Pushing past her in their hurry to go about their lives
Lost in the moment she hesitates her feet unable to move or take the next step
Her feet stuck to the concrete of the platform
Wiling herself to take the next step into the train
The warm air inside the train caresses her skin like an inviting blanket
The doors shut behind her and the train begins to move forward
Reaching up she grabs the steel pole as she steadies herself
The steel cold from the air warms from her touch
Sitting next to the window she gazes out into the cityscape passing her by