Poetry

Going Under (Rev.)

IMG_3833Going under is
going through a tunnel, on a train:

darkness descends
outside the car doors,
and you can see your reflection in the window
for the first time;
a mirror.

When the rest of the world is
shut out by the inky blackness
of the underground,
you’re left looking
at yourself-

staring at your eyes
like they were the passing trees or
traffic lights

searching yourself in passing
like a spectacle,
a traffic stop, an accident-
a frame of passing scenery,
brief and
inescapable.

Silent, still,
delicious drenched in darkness

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