as a child

I dreamed of small places

sleeping in dresser drawers

hiding in cabinets

thinking about tunnels

 

I loved the story of Moses

how he hid in

a cleft in the rock

behind the hollow

of God’s hand

 

now

in the city

I lose myself in thought

standing on the subway platform

 

wondering if I would fi t

into the niche

in the tunnel wall

 

covered by

an unseen hand

while the fury passes by