All the seats had been taken save the one next to me <br />And blond haired young woman sat on it she glanced my way briefly <br />And by that one sharp glance from her between the lines I read <br />That conversation would be nil a silent ride ahead. <br /> <br />Her body language told to me what words could only say <br />That to stranger she would not talk not even bid good day <br />Whilst she read a woman's magazine through carriage window I did look <br />I did not stare or look at her I left her read her book. <br /> <br />Why few people choose to speak to you on a suburban train <br />Is not so hard to understand and easy to explain <br />Urban dwellers suspicious of strangers and suspicion breeds fear <br />You read their body language it makes it all so clear. <br /> <br />And by her body language a fool could even see <br />That she was not interested in conversing with me <br />She glanced at me just briefly and opened her magazine <br />And I gazed out the window on the suburban scene. <br /> <br />A woman in her early twenties and one I'd not seen before <br />Sat on the seat beside me for half an hour or more <br />And as I stood to leave the train she did not glance my way <br />Her body language told me what words could only say.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/body-language-5/
