PASSENGERS

Train doors open, and a large grey moth appears.

From inside, outside, from the tracks or the chill air?

Not known.

Just the serendipity of doors and wings.

And this thing,

the size of a child’s hand,

now alighting on a denim dress.

And now, this woman, faced with a choice:

waiting train or open window?

To free a thing or to take it with her?