The ebb the flow – still forward we go.
The wheels turn over, the carriage rolls forth,
bodies now sway one way and t’other.
Papers scrunch over and breaths now smother.
The air now dense – with electricity does hum,
Men retreat to their books now numb.
Sunlight now dapples through windows – long dusty.
Cough rattles, as lass toys with her mobile – now musty.
Subdued conversations – behind and beyond.
The old couple, now quiet yet fond.
A sea of trees – soft and deep green,
recede to bridges, old without sheen.
A vibration the body now swerves forward apace
As the announcement, the persons do raise.
A stop, an exit- two whistles, doors close.
Tracks screech as the wheels squeal forth – and the train again a threat does pose.
Forward we go – back to the start, home and alone, safe in my heart.