i step into the subway train
as the wheels grind & groan
the comfort of routine descend
from passing buildings & trees
my thoughts wander
wayward as dandelion fluffs
over the skyway of cars
over bridges of street art & protests
this space is unbothered by time
this dark tunnel is a fog of poems
this window overlooks gravity
& spots a majestic bird of prey flying
carrying me
over faceless passengers glued to screens
& hurried texts & to-do-lists-
how far do I go?
what unknown stops await me?
my eyes rest on the valley of blue
where the lake calms & cajoles
a murmuration of birds
until a whistle breaks
rudely intrudes my train of thoughts
my subway stop is here,
my seat is cold metal & plastic
my backpack weighs a ton
mind the gap (subway sign)
footsteps & faces crowd in
the city, whose clock hurries by
Rick Amor (Australian) “The Agent,” 2019 Oil on canvas 81 x 117 cm
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry in Liminal Spaces, hosted by Dora. Thanks for the visits and comments.
