Subway
A dark maze
spreads its limbs
grasping
the divides
of my city.
Its map—solved
by countless travelers,
quickening pace
to reach
the ever-changing
point B.
Held underneath
decaying pillars
and digital menus,
its cadenced traffic
begets a lull
to quotidian existence.
In man-made night,
I am lost
and found
a thousand and one times,
a weary color
of a soul.
Yet
I’m borne
within
its relentless grind,
always
to
home.
