Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Primal urge

At Castle Frank Station, the subway train
waits, humming leisurely to itself for several minutes
as the conductor repeats, “Please do not lean against the doors.
The train cannot move until you stop leaning on the door.”
The old Indian man near the door shifts and coughs,
all too aware that we are eyeing him
suspiciously, our jaws dripping.

In the end, the conductor herds us all off the cars like sheep
and we hover in restless crowds behind the yellow line.
But ho! I am no sheep -- being superiorly wise, I set out walking
for the Queen streetcar at Broadview Station,
heading in the wrong direction
West toward Sherbourne.

I pass a carved sign that reads NATURE TRAIL
and bid a jealous farewell to the me who, in her other dimension,
had the selfish, irresponsible courage
to skip work today
in favour of a change of scenery.


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Sounds like you had a fun morning. :)

alexis said...

that's the worse. it's like a sign from god telling you not to go to work today.

Alex James said...

This is what I though of immediately while reading this:


Think you'd like this movie. It looks pithy but it's not. Check it out.