Transportation

We all stand on a platform.
In all of our minds’ the people standing to the left and right of us
have no names or faces,
but in our hearts, muscles, bones, and skin we have one thing in common.
Home. Home is our destination; it is why we are all here.
With each passing minute our stomachs drop.
It could be the slight nervousness we feel from happiness,
or it could be the pains of the opposite.
The first train speeds by, the sounds and sight of it sends tremors
from the back of my brain, all the way to the bottom of my spine.
I feel my balls shoot up in my stomach.
I find nothing scarier than the sound of a passing automobile.
This is the first realization I get
that I am alone.