Impassively in its deep blue silence
And the passengers passing
To and fro
Failed to notice;
Their pace failed to slow,
Hauling luggage
Across a hall they only know
As destination, arrival,
Another day of survival.
The eye hung along the wall
With other drawings large and small,
Drawn by invisible children's hands,
Bearing names, first and last,
Destination and arrival.
Below the eye, no name, only:
D.L., 10th Grade
“Window to the Soul”
Incarcerated Youth Program
Slowly, beyond the tall windows,
The line formed outside waiting for the next car.
