“Please watch your step as you exit the moving walk way”
the little boy on the moving walk way stared at me
as if he knew that
my empty womb reminds me of its struggle daily
like he knew that it spasms when i hear a cry or giggle
when little boys stare at me on moving walk ways.
his small-boy, pint-sized arms and legs pumped away
trying to keep up with the oblivious adults all around him
but his eyes stayed locked on mine
until he winked
with both eyes
as if to whisper…
“this is our little secret”
makes me wonder if it was only a young boy after all.