Commuters journey

reflections following a day out in London... what islands commuters are

 

 

‘Commuters journey’

Sitting in the rumbling carriage I might as well be alone

Care worn the silence weighs heavily upon my shoulders

Thoughts cascade

Past, present and future collide in a single moment

Kaleidoscope of fragments create their own complex vision

Words never uttered as papers are rustled

The prose matters not

Eyes cast down

Anchored to the authors text

Tensions exude from the journey men

Each their own island, resolute in their isolation

Meaning is understood within the transient commune

Time is used to remember

Silence a respite from the earth bound chaos

Reflections draw them deeper, until they each become invisible to the other

Train continues

Gentle rocking comforting in its familiarity

Great city passes by

Suburbia opens its welcoming arms

Dark clouds retreat from dusty window panes

Home calls

Books and papers close

Eyes are drawn to the door

Each has their moment to alight

Home calls

Audrey- Butterfly Woman 2009 ©