This morning the transit authority, due to operational issues, converted the timetable to a hybrid mix of half-hourly/all stops services. I am lucky, I don’t work for a clock watcher and I don’t get paid per unit produced…but a lot of people do! So that got me to thinking, and I’ve been blogging long enough for us to know that can spell trouble!
So today I am off festive-related musings and back to more common ground…
Traveling down the line Strangers waiting Searching for things on small screens Wasting time waiting to travel down the line Dreaming “What if… I just started walking?” A stranger waiting Anticipating the crumbling of lives, lies, and their disguise Wondering everything and nothing Waiting for their time to travel down the line find out what could be amongst the uncertainty No mystery identity: The stranger is me.
Angele Toomey Poetry 