Archive for July 19, 2012

A poem inspired by this amazing tumblr of people reading on the subway.

underground books


hands more varied in colour than

the pages they turn pause,

spread into lectern-cradles for words


as open-edged as breath, whose authors span

cities, countries, centuries more

varied than the scintillant plumage of birds;


each face unguarded, caught engrossed

in worlds-that-are-worlds-that-are-not (that are nonetheless

temporarily more real than


the darkened tunnels their carriage crossed

before this; may each voyage bless

them – eye, heart, ear & tongue) – and


when they land, bookblinked & isolate

on concrete sands,

let them recede gently, like seafoam;


let them be slow to close the cover; let them be late

for work; let ink & stories stain our hands

like henna, honey, loam.