I start this standing on a cold platform just outside Coventry waiting with my fellow passengers for an already crowded train. In the proverbial choice I’m in the hard place.
For the past few days I’ve been able to work from the kitchen table while in keep an eye on a poorly Mrs G, the commute downstairs was stress bare but now I’m back to joining the hordes. I know this isn’t fun because I look up and can see ten faces and none of them are smiling.
Yet we all throw ourselves onto the 0714, and it is not devoid of moments of beauty.
Human sardines in a tin,
No breathing out so we can get in,
Crammed aboard from start to fin,
Looking down, chest to chin.
Pleasant lady on the PA,
A perky upstart to the day,
Everyone deaf to the crackles she say,
We all just want to be on our way.
You go forward I’ll go back,
As we fly along this track,
Our enthusiasm we all do lack,
Manspreaded legs and bended back.
Yet out our carriage a waking world,
A mural of life unfurled,
Houses in which duvets curled,
Past which our bodies are hurled.
Then countryside goes whizzing past,
An autumn’s fog is burning fast,
The milky air upon the grass,
Like this journey will not last.
This is used for getting there,
The engine we all must wear,
The cattle conditions hard to bear,
Yet in the end we shouldn’t care.
For I love the train and so should you,
It helps us arrive where we’re going to,
Quickly getting home and to,
Those you love, and love me do.