Dangling

I am hanging
By a tenuous thread
Dangling
Over the gaping abyss

Or is it a noose
That has me swaying
Ever so slowly
In the rushing wind?

Perhaps it is
A swinging vine
That will ultimately
Whisk me out of this jungle

No, it's just me
Holding on in the train -
An eternally lurching
Subway strap hanger

September 30, 2005