Passages and Strangers

I squeezed through a turnstile, metal and cold,

feeling the jolt as the world unfolds.

A moment of freedom wrapped tight in a rush,

a stranger bumped in, then vanished in hush.

Our eyes met, brief like a spark in the night,

a fleeting connection, then lost from my sight.

The twist of the gate, a portal, a pass,

each movement a choice, as moments amass.

Between worlds we hover, on streets we collide,

our stories entangled, with nowhere to hide.

Each stranger a chapter, a lesson concealed,

we share in this transit, yet never revealed.

As I step through the opening, breathe in the air,

I’m left with the questions of how and of where.