In Between Stations on the Subway

I am in between stations on the subway, ______At no particular time of night. Some of the people are facing forward, ______As if they are waiting for something to happen ____________Or they are afraid they will miss their stop. Some of the people are facing backward ______Watching the ribbons of light ____________Trail off into the vanishing point __________________Of an endless tunnel. I am facing the double doors. ______My eyes dart, back and forth, trying to catch the passing lights. ____________But it’s just a passing frame, __________________And all the photographs come back blurry. The disheveled man next to me ______Is singing to himself, in arbitrary meter, ____________“Sandman, Sandman, King of sleep, __________________Drowsy days and slumber deep,” We’re only just between stations— Einstein is checking his watch, ______And Newton is chasing his dropped water bottle ____________Back and forth. __________________Plato is adjusting his glasses, ________________________Reading the hieroglyphics on the map. The whir of a moment flying by— And Father Time is dozing off in the back. ______“Through the window, in you creep, ____________Down you sweep without a peep,” Sandman, please put me to sleep...