#30 - the commuters

30th January 30, 2020

30

the commuters

I know them, scented with passage

neither here nor where they make

like their means, alone among them

on an errand, am I? could be

following, crosses to bear and I see

voices too low to touch

nose in often news, buried

in the week somewhere

expressions? determined, resigned

finger, eye and taken

seasons miss them yet they dress

each lit with night forgetting

so gentle rock and carried away

each is singing elsewhere also

they are the avatars of it, of all

power source, factory and fashion

gone under own steam

some come to the cough and go

each one melodious, bound

in cadences far known

meet half meant on my stroll

and catch the eye or else

reminding me of striving

what time of day would they (?)

you ask, made as the minutes

are, of them

I have these steps to myself

heavenly at home