Elevator Strangers

Sometimes

in an elevator

with strangers

I wonder about them

:

Who are they?

What's their life like?

What's on their mind?

Where are they going?

In this building and beyond

:

Examining them

with curiosity

as the lights flash

and bells ding

As the doors open

and closes

:

Creating a story

that I think suits

their image

their energy

their expressions

:

In the empty elevator

I look at myself

in the reflection

of the metal doors

:

I see a woman

that the girl I used to be

wouldn't recognize

:

Then I realize

I don't think anyone

would ever guess my story

by seeing me in an elevator

:

within the passing of moments

of sharing closeness

in a closed space

without words

:

I smile

at my distorted image

reflected

on the interlocking metal crystals

:

Knowing

I will be as much of a mystery

as anyone else is to me

as strangers in an elevator