The Sea

To The Lady on the Train,

You change like the sea - in your appearance, in your moods, in your distance, in your eyes... At times calm and still, at times turbulent, at times steady... but always changing - and always beautiful...

When you move - a tilt of your head, pulling your hair back off of your shoulders, turning in your chair, bending to write - the world stops, my breath catches, heart races... my senses reel...

I am still trying to get my sea legs.

The Man in the Station