An Instant After Haymarket

From somewhere behind your eyes the light breaks.
Your brothers, racked with you this subway car,
Remain with unexpressed faces.

The light breaks nonetheless
From behind someone's eyes -- were they once yours? --
Like a thrown water-balloon bursting
Over everything about you,
Even behind.  You can't turn fast enough.
Whose eyes?  Whose face?

Sometime later, making no assumptions,
You rise to North Station.
You go across with the others.  The evening is spread
Further than you thought an evening could go.

Clamorous, in a tumult of bridges and traffic,
The uneasy subway groans and tilts and hurtles.

Copyright © Jim Michmerhuizen 1985