BLACKOUT

When you run
for the train
the lights go out
in the underground
on a world without memory
wanting to acknowledge
a few stops of mercy
to anyone who will outlive
the random darkness
outside this labyrinth
on signals of earth
in counting stones
on every path
by elm, sky,hyacinth,
the last strawberry eaten
in a Bergman scene
or a planted bulb
outside your window sill.