Falling by Joan McNerney

Down through blackness

into dusty subterraneous

passages where trains raced. 

Silver rods sped through dream

stations transforming tunnels

with bolts of blue white sparks. 

Falling

On a steel car looking out the

window. How many times have

I seen my train reeling off track?

How many times have I ridden

the dark horse called nightmare? 

In air off track tumbling down falling. 

Falling

Dangling on thick utility cables

on edge, through trees into lights,

crashing fast against buildings. 

Now flying through space.

Careening in pitch black night,

my silver train shattering glass.

Falling

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight

Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days

and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review

anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.