Underground

Soft creeping through tunnels, 

exuding fresh clean air, no clatter, 

the underground approaches.

 It gently strokes the platform

as doors slide to greet me 

and sweep me off my feet. 

I smile to my neighbour, see 

all are smiling, happy to be here,

relaxed in welcome confinement.

 I let the train's embrace engulf me

mould to my shape, sensual, 

caress and soothe until my only wish 

is to fall upon these tracks in love, 

lie in those those electric arms -

( which will flash blue for me….)

I know this cannot harm 

since I heard the tannoy whisper:

Come with me, walk underground, 

forget those stories, myths 

of dark places, (Hades, Hell) 

you need me now.

Forget that light, redundantly shining, 

ignore those daylight calls to

engage with, be absorbed by 

moments, activity, all that dust.

Join, and together, worm-like, 

we will cultivate the ground,

fertilise this city - let it grow! 

Without me , you too would wither.

You hesitate, unsure, but just 

succumb to your cocoon reluctance 

to climb branches, bask in sunlight - 

wing's do not need to dry and stretch -

return to me blindly, an eternal pupae, 

drift under pavements, floors -

we'll be joined in womb dreams,

 endlessly circling, 

where you will be rocked

 and lulled and sung, 

to your labours