From the Window Seat
The seams in the seat
Lead through the rows
As if the threads were
connected
I watch it move
Past the woman
Weighed down by produce
In a reusable tote
Past friends catching up
Their voices occasionally
slipping past my earbuds
Past criers and liars
Past the flowers someone bought her
Past phone backgrounds of daughters
Different and together
along for the ride
Past my denim bag sinking
Into the contours of the seat
as if clutching this liminal space
And finding a moment of comfort
A breath within a necessity