Eyes connecting through the air,
Like wind connects to leaves.
The mask enables us to share,
A stare of which we’re pleased.
I gaze into your gentle eyes,
And know just where you’ve been.
Your difficulties multiplied,
Yet peace is still therein.
Captivating is the word,
I’ve never seen the like.
Navigating through the herd,
When train peak times do strike.
At times our eyes do disconnect,
Embarrassed by the gaze.
But then an interesting effect,
Combines optical rays.
Your stop arrives and you alight,
You smile through those sweet eyes.
The day my phone had not my sight,
My eyes gained a great prize.
By Elicia Fyle
Prime Poetry Place 