I.
Along the empty subway tunnel
rats work busily and life teems
unafraid of oncoming trains

Small enough to avoid danger
we muse until the repeated onslaught
of will we make it
until the imminence of decisions

the night before worse than the morning of

II.
Wrap up who you are

in a small blanket
watch it face a storm
like sporting match
like tennis
only the core sustaining

When in the throes
your plan means nothing
scraps survive

Hold tight to what matters
though you can’t know
until after