The Commute
By David Roth
© 19th February, 2005

Day breaks in the east,
The sky ablaze with morning fire.
A planet coming slowly to life.
Morning doves coo the approach of day
While rubbing sleep from their eyes.
Outside my frosty window,
The hustle and bustle
Of a dreamy little town
Slowly peeking out from its sleepy cocoon.
Follow the trails of petroleum mist
As pearly strings of droopy eyed commuters
Flowing in great surges of activity,
Small cells of life rushing madly
Along steel and concrete arteries,
Tiny electronic leashes
Dangling from their ears.
But today I will ignore the impulse to join them,
And return to the warmth of my nest
And you, waiting there for me.