No Exception! Poem by Joan Xie

On tiptoes, everyone. waiting, looking into
a black hole.
The lights in the tunnel, a well-done omelet.
The wind from the tunnel, a low throating song.
Occasionally, a loud call thrills
as if a suspension bridge jerks free from its bondage,
or a sharp knife is plunging into a glass owl.
What to come?
Our throbbing hearts tiptoed,
casting all our hopes to a black hole,
waiting all our waits for a single train to come.
Not yet to come? Not now… lean forward,
everyone. stretch our yearning longer,
had it long enough, we might pull out a train.

A marked cordon, scribed in yellow,
crouching on the edge of the platform in an alert.

STAYING BEHIND THIS LINE
NO EXCEPTION