Poem (uno)

Do I wait for your call
Or do I walk to my calling
It is there whether you want it or not
I do, and for this, even in the jolt of last night,
My ears covered my voice out
Their ears open to hear my shout
I sang.
Were you on that train?
Did you see me dance right there on the line
Leaning into the tunnel
Did you really see?
Did you feel the stretch as I hung from a place I didn't even know I could reach?
Did you notice I only marched forward?
It felt so good to lean back
One whistled but the others sat and watched and I knew it
So perhaps tomorrow we shall meet again
I will look for you
I will look for you in me