The Commuter Blues
Noiseless, joyless,
blank pale moons,
eyes averted.
Making connections costs, apparently.
You can glance,
but when the other pair of eyes feel the glare and turn to meet you,
turn away.
Fight or flight.
Sometimes we want to chuck the balance,
throw in a spanner, see what happens.
Why are people so afraid of each other?
We all feel the urge to cut through the silence,
laugh hysterically on the platform,
ask a name,
stare at a stranger,
ask if someone wants to swap shoes.
See what unfolds,
carry the unknown like a trusted lover over the threshold into the known.
But I am the same too,
the risk of too many people,
of a fight, or worse,
of falling in love.
The risk of losing precious power,
of a disruption to our distraction.