Clark Street Station elevator, August 12th, 2016
A man with a pink rose walked into the elevator, followed by a woman in a pink jumper. They stood apart – strangers. Overwhelmed by the narrative possibility of the pink and by the charisma of the two, I asked if I could take their picture together. They jumped into the role. Down near the platform everyone uploaded the pix. Mara and I got onto the train together and I asked her to write a poem.
In the mirrored elevator
A metallic moving box
3 souls connect
As the artist merged the colors
In the bustling heat of New York City
Here’s the photo:
What a beautiful moment of connection and the poem captures it perfectly. It’s so refreshing to know that humanity is still alive and well in an increasingly impersonal world. I got misty-eyed! Thanks so much for sharing.
Alive and well! Write me this in a poem! Thank you for the thoughtful comment!
Thanks, Madeline! I actually did this. 🙂 I just sent you my poem through the contact form. Enjoy… keep up the good work!
This poem is elegant and effortless, just like the poet herself. I would love to hear more from here– would anybody happen to know who this lovely young lady is? A baby main of some sort perhaps?;)