Carol Pearce-Worthington
New York City, New York, USA

He Calls Me Back

I rush downstairs through crowds hurry along barriers around scaffolding in search of a train and locate one heading for Delaware but keep looking for the one I need below the street in this tomb-like labyrinth and turn back to retrace my steps when from another place his voice lifts me like a newborn saying it's rained all night and up out of the tunnels and the crowds and the rush I reply as if I hadn't been lost or caught or missing I didn't know it was going to rain and from that unfixed dream find that I am instantly at home with rain tapping the window and the trees standing in their just right places.

morning realization
who I am
coming out of my hat