Waiting for the T

The way I wait for death
unmoving, biting my lips, biding my time,
this black bough in freezing fingers.

My self converges light upon myself
confounding the subway prism shine.
I am so far away,
feeble being. Pulsing.

The armageddon roar of rain
on the railroad tracks
and suddenly the light lasts long

Sarah Ellis is a chemist who lives and writes in Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in Poet Lore and is forthcoming in Ranger Magazine.