Waiting on the Train
By
Gayla Nelson © 2004
Peering ahead, searching for lights
I hope not to see.
Hurried, harried, commuter nightmare
waiting on the train.
The car slows in front of me to turn.
Caught. I see the lights flash.
The bars drop down before me,
fifteen minutes of idling time
waiting on the train.
Dead time, lost time
too much time to think.
Wasted time, road rage bubbles
beneath the surface,
while I am
waiting on the train.
Forty-minute commute suddenly becomes
another hour out of my life.
The cars and trucks line up behind me.
Time lost, multiplied by others, also,
waiting on the train.
Wagoner, Oklahoma,
should come with a disclaimer
for anyone considering a move that
takes them through that town.
They should be told
though, I was not,
to be prepared to spend their life
waiting on the train.
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