Silent Travelers in a Bubble Chamber*
shoulder to shoulder
show me the path of a particle
too small for a microscope to resolve.
particles have lived in silence,
they have traced lonely roads.
they cannot know they are noticed
interact with me from a distance.
who walk across the street
look straight ahead…
yet catch a glance,
or somehow feel
eyes watching them,
put an extra bounce in each step
a little rhythm
while they fight to keep
a flush down from the cheek
stop a stiffening neck
from giving them away.
*vessel of superheated liquid that shows lines of bubbles where charged particles pass through.