Here's a poem I crafted this week about my journey to work, enjoy!
Monday morning commuter train,
Black Country to Birmingham.
Twenty five minutes of heavy sighs and bleary eyes
before we pour out of green carriages like treacle.
Broken footfalls echo beneath artificial lights
as we ascend from sunken platforms,
emerging into the pre-dawn city.
From shrouded buildings drills like Tibetan horns
blare a booming call to prayer,
summoning workers to their daily desk worship.
Over rippled granite slabs,
chewing gum like candle wax
dropped from a thousand silent pilgrims
passing beneath an avenue of bare plane trees,
their branches lifted in praise.
Up steps and through glass doors,
into open plan floors,
the pilgrimage-commute complete.
Ready enough for another working week.