On the subway

One man sits, eating his Chobani,
as Another stands groping, coughing,
and a lone girl shifts her blowzy skirt
focusing her headphones, enjoying the breeze.

Soon, 
the lights flicker 

and it all feels somewhat relaxing
how each of us is here,
together and waiting,
in a relative manner at least, 
forgetting,
for a moment, which stop is next,
and wondering, instead,
where the woman with the flowers is headed.