Small man, no more than five feet high, turns right,
walks towards seething subway station,
through ticket hall waits with patience.
Follows his calling, to slake the thirst in his soul ,
mind sliced in neat compartments,
the apartment he left, arid,sterile,
a vicious mist twisting against its faded curtains.
Turns,descends stairway, a clock ticking.
Train clicks along line, on time.
He smiles, gestures woman to empty seat, places
neatly packed bag between feet, folds arms,
body sways to mantra playing on his lips.
He slips far away from buzz of mobile phone
that tells someone at home,"Got here just fine,
will arriveat appointment on time."