Acrobat

My eyes dart around the train, music pulsing into my ears.
Seated comfortably, my eyes pause at
Every pair they see.
Two in the finance section of the Globe.
Another ten that are locked onto the screen of an iPhone or Kindle.
At least six that are closed. About a dozen concealed behind glasses.

What do the eyes wait for?
The next update of a news feed, or perhaps
Another round of Words with Friends?
Only a few eyes stare out the windows,
Taking in the universe at sixty miles per hour.

Mine remain fixed on another pair,
Briefly,
Until they escape somewhere else
So as not to be taken the wrong way.

But for a moment,
We were connected.
Two sets of eyes
Creating an invisible tightrope,
Perfectly parallel to the heavens and the earth.

How I wish to be an acrobat,
Dancing along the wire
Between the eyes.
A balancing act, situated
In the middle of the human connection.