Anything
Beyond what I already see
I wear my yellow hard hat
to walk the fine line between performer & pedestrian
official & not
As I enter the space
I wonder if I will actually discover anything new today
How can I discover
I step into
This familiar yet unfamiliar space
A metro station at its most basic
Yet as the binds of social expectation loosen
And time begins to relax
I allow myself an intimacy
I never knew could exist
Masses of rushing, bored, blank faced commuters pass
As I feel the edges of tiles
Draw my fingers along grouting
Rough to the touch
It all falls away
It is just me and the station
Through slowing down and using my body
To touch
And feel
It as though I am suddenly communicating with this space
I feel lonely for the space
It sees so many people
But how many of them see it?
Our social obligations bind us to a prescribed form A form that does not include crawling And feeling the tiled walls
How else do our social obligations bind us?
Release me from your grasp
Let me play
I let go and run Skip through the station Hiding behind poles And around corners
What was before mundane Becomes a playground With endless possibilities
The space seems to beg me To play with it
Bringing into view A side of life It rarely gets to experience
It is not actually the space talking I know this But I still welcome the invitation Tired of being bored Conforming to those blank faces That rush past
Today I slowed down Closed my eyes And found an intimacy with you
With a metro station
A space that perhaps was never designed for What I felt
But none the less
There I was
Holding you tight.
A creative work by Tricia Enns.
Metro Intimacy 