Insulated from the gentle hubbub around me.
Immune to the chatterers, the munchers,
the cheap headphones leaking driving drumbeats.
Lost in a story, swayed by the rhythmic rocking of my carriage.
Station names from the tannoy float over me like bubbles,
until one pops and like Pavlov's dog I rise.
Book closed, bag grabbed, join the queue.
The trudge of fellow commuters stepping out into fresh air
Snapping out of our journey's reflective reverie.
Finding ourselves at our destination.
Fab poem, Luke. I can totally relate to this, travelling on the train and metro here in the North-east of England. I tend to take a book so I can shut off from the hustle and bustle.
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Thanks Janet!
DeleteCommuting becomes a bit surreal. I haven't done it since I lived in NYC but it is strange to be part of the masses. Great poem - it says it all. #AnythingGoes
ReplyDeleteI secretly enjoy my commute, even though I'm travelling to work!
DeleteGreat poem! I love the feeling of being lost in a book. I never seem to get to read without distractions (or at all) like I used to these days! #anythinggoes
ReplyDeleteI know, so many distractions at home it's much harder to read...
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