grab hold

I run towards the train.
i'm late. it won't wait.
my brown bag in hand.
my legs churn against
the silver
cinders
between the rails.
my breath is a bloom
of breath
before me. i
hold on to my hat.
my watch and chain.
I see a hand reaching
for mine,
be quick, the voice says.
you can do it, you can
make it, grab hold.