Get to Work
by Joshua Wait
The train screeches in its iron groove.
It makes an incomprehensible music.
It emerges from a soot stained tunnel
into the twilight of fluorescent light.
The doors open. The sudden noise of people
and then a cacophony of billboards.
A flurry of bodies drift through a forest
of turnstiles into a concrete meadow.
Pigeons scatter as rubber soled feet
move swiftly towards a dead escalator.
Pedestrians clog the crosswalk. They shuffle
into the lonely nowhere of the office.
Amidst the maze of beige two people stop to chat.
They linger. A stream forms around them.
Sunlight in the window. Buttercups in the yard.
A phone vibrates. An awkward glance at a screen.
A din rumbles in their minds. They tilt away,
slip apart. Two boats in a stream.
Joshua Wait is a writer and an artist. He founded Blue Rivers to provide a space for poetry, art, and photography. This poem “Get to Work” was published in Wishing To Be Human.
