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.
6 comments:
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.
Janet
#AnythingGoes
Commuting 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
Great 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
Thanks Janet!
I secretly enjoy my commute, even though I'm travelling to work!
I know, so many distractions at home it's much harder to read...
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