<u><b>morning subway tripping</b></u>

an hour i go backwards


sitting on the swaying subway.


in scenery un-changing


passangers come and go.


train keeps moving with my thoughts,


the inner world asserting itself,


the morning refusing to fall.



Back there,


what have we really lost?


It is part of what is now happening,


and now is the most interesting time


of all.



Time: the process to see the obvious.