Entering the Dream

As you sink into the bed

there is a darkening feeling

of trains approaching night

and subways falling into black tunnels


Your breathing grows faint

and caverns of your torso

fill   with deep    bass    notes:

The pound of wheel against rail,

low moans of scraping steel


The train shoots upward

out of your mouth into glaring sunlight.


Your friends have come to meet you.

They wave as you leave the train.


(January 1977)