Silently Lined-Up

Lined-up steep wall
in front of the tracks
Commuter station
each facing backs.
Train slides and doors,
crowds pressing in,
Seats fill with people
closed in the din,
Eyes search seat rows
half empty place
Sink down touching sides
into my space.
Arms press to many
contact-distaste;
left arm, though different
'gainst soft cloth, nice face.
I've learned to enjoy
this silent embrace.

gf late 70's