Indigo

[Querida]

around every corner
and every turn turned
every stair quickly ascended
every escalator leisurely descended

in every crowd scanned
and every seated passenger
caught
in the smudgy, scratched, dark windows

at every halted station
in its dreary tiles and commissioned art
on every platform
in the assemblage of expectant faces

in the blur of tubular partitioned colours
whooshing past
into the pot-lighted tunnels

in
every single
face up newspaper photo
peeking from underneath the benches
gray, bent, wilted
flickering its thumbed edges
for attention
in
every rolled up shiny magazine
with subscriber fingers surreptitiously
clutching its glossily splashed pages
in
every poster partially obstructed
bold, repetitive, ad adorned

at
every door entered
and every other door exited
every eye caught and blinked away

my attention remains but one moment
my memory collects but one impression
my life leaves behind another life