City Life

So, this is just one of the many millions of people
I will never meet, speak to, connect with.

There are trains full of such people.
Bus loads of them pass by.

All of them have lives that must be as important
and as trivial as mine.

I am fairly new to city life.

Sometimes I find it exhilarating.
Sometimes it makes me feel small.

So, instead of honking the horn and swearing
at the girl who stepped into the road
in front of our car,

I smiled at her,
acknowledging
that we all make mistakes.

She smiled too.
A slight smile.
A flicker of a smile.

But I think that she understood,
probably, the enormity
and the importance
of her small smile

and of our brief interaction.