Saturday, April 27, 2013
the day commute
i wake up. third alarm.
eat cereals and milk. pack a meal.
tidy the kitchen. catch the bus. same corner seat.
drop coins for the subway train. down the metal steps.
find a seat. listen to the grating of wheels. spitting of sands.
gnashing of teeth along the worn city tracks.
office grinds. smelling of coffee & bagel. a day old.
i sit on weary chair. listen to papers shuffle. wires tripping themselves.
ink of printers & fax machines. swallowing the minutes.
there is a blankness.
swimming through my veins. polluting the liver.
clogging the nose. sharpening each paper cut on my fingers.
i wonder where this tunnel ends.
and begins. to another journey. unedited & unrestrained.
click. tick. click. snap back into the frame.
third alarm. i wake up.
Posted for D'verse Poets - Poetics: Trip the Poem - Hosted by Karin Gustafson. We are having a gorgeous weekend. Spring is finally here ~