commute

perhaps you and I are

not so different after all.

waking up, washing up

and walking to the train,

thinking about who is

ahead and who behind.

the express 4,5 eases

some fear of being left

waiting for the local 2,3.

‘the lines have fallen for

me in pleasant places”,

someone wrote some

time ago.

advent approaching fast

we can barely stop,

the market reaching

higher than before, we

look to shout and jump.

if only the lines did fall,

in pleasant places,

making glad our hearts.

you and I are much alike in this,

yearning for time to slow & stop,

hearing the baby kick at night,

and watching the dogs run off

leash before 9am in the park.