Recognising another's longing
With every street corner that I pass on the long stretch into uni, I meet the eyes of someone in a corner pub or store. A lone, Hopperesque woman looks out from the window seat of a Flinders Street pub. A convenience store worker leans against a pile of boxes yet to be unpacked and looks out towards the passing crowd. I move further along the street to the next intersection and make eye-contact with a young man waiting with a suitcase in a hotel lobby...
I recognise their pause, their waiting for something... as I go to university and wait for my life to begin.