The rush of cool air to the platform 
moments before a train enters the station
An absence, a pull

The moment when the light shifts inside the train 
with promise of the outside
And we reemerge above ground
 
The last station on the line is called
Angle Lake but the mind sees Angel
It’s a movement felt before seen

Suzy Eynon is a writer from the desert now living in the Pacific Northwest. She can be found at suzyeynon.com