Earnest morning on the first train to Marylebone;
Keyboard tapping men at arms, protected by their grey screens.
Snow outside, still,
And the flat greyness of a foggy day.
It will be beautiful later, we know,
But for now engagement is discouraged.
Laptops make introversion aggressive;
Intruding on my space.
And time too:
The long urge to check for empty mail.
Twin barns in a passing field
Remind me of other lives –
Not simpler, but with different rhythms,
And yearnings for peace.
Clouds still low,
Past Bicester and still another hour to go.
Medieval furrows pointing north;
Ancient endeavours – arms of different men –
Slowly sink, now, into the landscape,
Extruding gentle sheep.
The train hums on.
And on again to London, Monday morning.
© 2010 Matthew Rhodes