This poem was written BC (before covid) when I was commuting every day for work on crowded trains and buses. This one was written in the 10 minutes it took me to travel between Petone station and my front gate. https://www.wellingtonnz.com/experience/see-and-do/best-things-to-do-in-petone/
One sided conversation I know about your hopes and dreams Heard the fear in your voice I know about Sharon at work, so passive-aggressive And that thing about Steve The easy wins with in-laws Neighbours who party too hard. All these intimacies you've shared with me - a stranger with no name. I just happen to be in the same tin box heading in the same direction I was quietly contemplating the thoughts loudly occupying my mind, not even bothering to look out the window. Only one more stop and I still don't know if Friday drinks are on or how the joke about Sharon ends The doors open You disperse Into the wilds of Petone.
Angele Toomey Poetry 