A Train Journey

A train journey

There are people who prefer music
to the broken fleeting conversations of others,
or the hum of the train.
Some sit, read, or sleep.
Sometimes people are fond of eating, or a drink.

As i sit and contemplate bordeum from the basis of being bored,
you shift your leg, reposition your torso,
uncomfortable in your regimented blue chair.
Her music displeases her and she quickly changes the track,
as another man stands,
takes advantage of the stop at a level crossing to take a walk down the aisle,
avoiding any awkward eye contact.
As we begin to move again,
you've been caught on your feet
and they run from you,
as you stumble to your seat.

The two in front of me,
a content married couple,
rest their hands beside each others and pass a phrase to one another,
commenting on the sandwiches she made,
or the journey so far.
Its turned black outside and the overheard lights illuminate everyones years.
The conversation dims even more as it reaches the ears quicker now,
on the inward turned contemplation of each passenger.

Ex 11 Dec 12