CALL ME BELOVED

Can I stop this moment
and make you understand –
how important thirty bodies are, amassed
and turning a shoulder to the wind?

I wear sunglasses, sometimes
because I stare –

at morning-worn faces, waiting for a train,
breath twisting into fog, creeping out
from scarves and upturned coat collars.
It’s small, and significant.

I feel the Earth moving, sometimes –
it makes me feel
small and significant.

2015 Poem-A-Week 05: January 29 – February 4