smashing senses....see; hear, feel

A sense blast from last night:
I SAW splintered glass in a subway car...here is the inspired poem:
Splintered glass,
The kind that cracks
A pattern so beautiful,
But does not break.
The subway’s passing lights,
Cause the clockwise reflections.
Slowing, a spider emerges.

I HEARD some people talking about the snow storm:
“…is there protocol for networking? Like a phone tree or something? The web site was useless…”

I FELT grounded by the superBurrito I had last night…yummy. And light headed by the piano music I heard.

Hmmm…inspiration, good food, good music, and a chilly walk!