Generations are mixing together
in the layers underneath the city.
Modern technology made this
possible, and still powers
what’s going on beneath the streets.
Immerse yourself, and get caught
in the web conceived before
19 took the lead.
And get caught in the web that
reaches beyond the borders of
the city itself.
Get caught in the web of halls,
tracks, stairs, gates, color coded
people moving about with their
minds singularly set
on reaching where
they want to go,
for whatever reason.
Get caught in the smells and sounds
of the different cultures, ages, genders,
religions, classes, occupations,
mixing up in the melting pot above.
Emerge from it all, the bowels of the city,
and if you’re lucky
will greet you;
10 or 12 stringed instruments
overpowering your iPod earplugs;
penetrating the bubble
of your self-chosen solitary
the protecting shell of your
current favorite playlist and book -
stopping you in your tracks
snapping you out of your daily
commute trance induced by routine.
Get caught in that music. Get caught!
Enjoy it, deliberately miss your connection,
and probably the start of that first meeting,
to dream away a little bit.
Getting caught in the métro was written on a prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub, and posted as a respons. Be sure to read the other poetry written for this prompt as well.