wrapped in my winter coat
& black boots
Around me,
passengers bury themselves
in free morning paper & noiseless music
By now the wheels
chugging is a steady beat
that I am lulled to light sleep
There is a magic circle
of tree moss, coral, flora & fauna
weaving and rising over my head
Suddenly, giant umbrellas are scurrying
people out of their seats, over the graffiti walls
& above buildings to their heart's destination
Further away than blue-grey Niagara Lake
To where mountains nest
a forest with air so crisp as pine needles
And here I sit
on the floor filled with the fallen leaves
from ancient gingko tree, all golden
like an ocean bed
an infinite tangerine sky
In me,
I am
I
"crackles" the operator's voice
announces my exit platform
I rise from my seat
and see a woman across me
wearing a bright yellow furry coat
Among grey & black coats, she stood out
in the crowd
like Big Bird, I muse
Then, she turns to me with cheery wave:
Have a good day!
I catch the speck of yellow
sun
as I exit the cold subway tunnel
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Inspired by title and poem by David McFadden, Secrets of the Universe ~ Please join us when the pub opens at 3 pm EST ~
Picture credit: Colossal
