Another Chance Meeting

It was impossible to walk away, for under his gaze I was hypnotized. The life force within me, that delicate, intricate organ--my source of love, paused and rendered me breathless for a few fleeting seconds before the conducter announced the next stop.

This was not the first time we met like this by chance, and always at 96th street where simultaneously he embarked and I boarded the #3.

This time the train had paused too, for what seemed like nanoseconds and, on seeing each other we engaged in the same old silent ritual of staring into and through each other, oblivious to the others--the passengers who occupied our space.

An artist--Michaelangelo perhaps, might have rendered the scene in "Still-Life" had he been there. He once humbly explained of himself that he is not as great an artist as people say, for to him Art afterall, is everywhere; he merely reveals it.

This scene then; the chance meeting, the distant, desperate, silent conversation and frozen stares between two beings--He & I--in awe of each other, is etched in my mind like a work of Art. I throw cursory glances at it now as I write.

But only nanoseconds before the train departed and we went our seperate ways.

Perhaps we'll meet again...