The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.
Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.
The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.
Heads bob along.
The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.
My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.
What is on their agenda for the day?
With whom are they meeting?
Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.
Music plays through my earbuds
Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.
The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.
My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.
Poetry 