Stations

July compilation of freestyle poems

Someone in the limelight

Even on your days off

folks recognize you.

The suburb is the extension

of the theater

in which you stand.

You're off to the next station

but eyes are still on you.

One can neither wear a seamless dress

nor a beam the whole while.

the miracle you've hoped for

You've gotten on its journey.

The nine-to-five isn't the whole picture.

Stations

posts between people

catching trains

rushing before the current one departs

There's that gap.

I used to be scared of being stuck in it.

In the middle of the crowd,

there's still a space

between our worlds.

stuck on the phone

until the last stop

Passengers arrive and go.

preoccupied either by

their screens or by shifts

head over the clouds

second thoughts

which led to regrets

There's a letter card

in one's pocket

a foreword for those who stayed

Picture cards

Which is more mind-bugging

new folks approaching

or residents outgoing?

I’d rather be in a long queue

than spend hours on the wrong bus.

I’d rather be on a boring trip

than be on the passenger seat

laughing about something

that could come and go.

overcrowded malls and mixed messages

Labels led you to those who are

willing to share the table

where you found a picture card with

a literary piece on the back

dedicated to two café’s diners.