Serpent, lightworm, subway snaking
under streets and sewers;
while we, its cargo, shoulder next to shoulder,
sit with faces glued to smartphones
traveling in solitude on dreams we carry;
we are same and separate,
trying hard to look the other way,
no glance allowed to meet an eye.
We are well known strangers,
citiscapers, ghosts and unknown dwellers
in the belly of the subway serpent.
A poem quickly scribbled on my way home tonight, for dVerse OLN…
September 20, 2018