Morning Commute
 

Outside the window the world rolls by
too slowly not to notice bridge tags
and water bottles lodged in barbed wire
and breath surrendered white and slow
into the early morning air.

It is just another ride from here
to there uninterested in today’s headlines
douced with sewage failure and low-fat
diet slumps, slants on soldier
death tolls and ginger chocolate profiteroles.

Just another trip between house
and high rise listening to the rush of winter
passing in fits and starts,
its’ blustery premonitions about
how the day will arc.