It's May but it's still okay to write poetry

I know it's May, but I can still write and post.

Notes on a Trip Downtown on the Subway in Toronto

busy rush hour morning
incessant voice speaking station names
past the heavy rush as no one standing
whirling through tunnels
train tracks clippity-clap, clippity-clap
one baby cries out
Doors will open on the right
Please stand clear of the doors
phones keep people looking inwards
trains stop in the middle of

nowhere, part of the way to somewhere
further than I wanted to go
back to 1982
when I was alone and lonely
I gave up trying to find someone
and then he appeared; and is still here
we still ride the subway into the past,
onto the future clippity-clap, clippity-clap

© 2018 Catherine Woods