It’s warm down here
So close to so many humans
Recycling crammed breathes
Closed doors offer no exit
The train hesitates for 5 seconds
Panic circles below the surface
Off we go
Panic disappears into the deep
Stop after stop
Hats and coats come and go
Stirring the waters
Deceleration makes us hold tight
This is our dot on the green line
We mind the gap
Find The Way Out
And crawl up to the surface
Emerging on the street
Bees from their hive
Buried in the bark of an ancient tree
Buzzing about the queen
-T. Weeks
(After riding the London Tube system)
Life Immense 