Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Under the River

The R train leaves the station...underground, I look around
Standing I wait listening to sounds
Are we moving?
Relief, we are

We stop, one station, two station
We head for the river...we're headed for Manhattan under the river
We stop

No, no, no....
I panic
I can't breath
I look for the entrance.....I'm in the 3rd car....doors locked

No, no, no
Breathe, breathe, breathe

I look around again
All is calm...except me
close eyes...open eyes...pace....walk
walk..walk...pace...

The train moves
slowly...then faster and faster
we enter a station..we're in Manhattan
all is well....

I can breathe....we're safe....

I made it under the river one more day

1 comments:

Sneaky Momma said...

Bless your heart. I think that would bother me, too. :(
I love your poem. It's very well- written. :)