IN PENN STATION

In Penn Station

he watched people walking.

Some were strolling

in a soft way,

like summer slowly walks away.

Some were rushing

as if sunshine and peace

was just ahead.

Others were thinking while walking,

throwing thoughts around them like sparks.

He, however, wasn’t walking.

He was holding all of life

lightly in his arms,

but the people walking past

weren’t watching.