As the train rolls ever closer
To its destination, I seem to be
The only one looking at the sky.

While others read ideas for
Their work, or snuggle up
Together talking about beautiful
Nothing, or immerse themselves
In the worlds inside others’
Imaginations, I observe the
Fading hues of an overcast sky.

The changing of the clouds as
We pass from hinterland through
Suburbs to city is what gets me
Through the hardest part
Of my journey home.

I wonder how many of my
Fellow travellers are doing
What they want, and how many
Are trying to distract themselves
From wishing they were elsewhere.

07/19/2009

Posted on 08/18/2009
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