Scenes Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I rode the 'El' tonight
and from my height
looked down
through the lacework of steel
on humanity below.
Through a parted curtain
I caught a glimpse
of a family meal, prepared and waiting.
In a grass splattered schoolyard
a jump shot made the basket.
A dog shivered
beside a woman in mink.
On the glass of my portal
My mind project another place.
A beach, saw grass and sand,
a surf board battered and cherished,
a boy in faded cut-offs
and tee shirt
smiling and squinting
into the lens of my dream.
And while I ride the 'El',
back and forth
those endless miles to nowhere,
He's on that beach
waiting, so far away.