Something On Your Mind

[too late for the contest - but the title gave me inspiration to write one] You caught me casting my eyes on you above the gaps of heads clustering inside a subway train, packed tight against each other, absorbed in their own thoughts perhaps envisioning their day ahead. I wonder if I will ever catch you again also casting your eyes on me - strangers in this moment in time thrown together, fragments of life standing still while the train moves on to get to our stops. If I had a surplus of optimism, I would ask myself Is something on your mind, that you could throw your gaze on me with such disquieting intensity? But optimism is a kind of wine - it trumps sense, makes one imagine a wish-granting gem as real. The train stops - in the rush of people getting off we lose sight of each other - but maybe when our worlds collided in an infinitesimal flash of time, we joined the knights of old seeking the grail, the hunt as enticing as tilting at windmills.