Weaker than Water

"In the world, there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong, nothing can surpass it." –Lao Tzu

My God Rides the Metro

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Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant? Henry David Thoreau 

My God rides the Metro.

He watches tunnels blur by

like ages prodded en windowed route,

sudden stops of thought.


He smiles at soft-fingered children

kneeling on orange benches,

eyes and noses conceiving steam

on this miraculous glass.


My God rides the Metro.

He holds his breath as it climbs,

skips in its tracks into sunlight,

plods over passing waters,


those unknowing rowers below.

God smells hard work and damp papers,

notices holes in briefcases and bags,

watches for auras most of us miss

as we wish for the stop at our station.


My God rides the Metro,

but no one ever looks up.

He sighs alongside travelers,

crowds with perspiring eyes.


God sees himself in passengers,

hopes we might seat ourselves near him,

or nod in his general direction,

assure him he’s still alive.




Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt
copyright 2008
This poem appeared in New Departures in 2012.

Author: All Things Writing, LLC

Katherine Gotthardt is CEO of All Things Writing, LLC, a full-service content development and content marketing company. A published writer and seasoned educator, Katherine leads a team of professionals on a mission to make clients shine online and in print.

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