Diana Rosser

Sitting on the tube
looking length ways down
a moving carriage
boring through
a tunnel rushing past.

Dust speck on a finger
a galaxy of stars.

The carriage not enough
to contain the observable
universe.

Sunlight breaks the window
flurries catch the light.
Swirling specks on invisible
currents.

Death disputed
unravelling silently
amongst the living.

Spinning embers
of a new beginning