Poetry at Work: Poems on the Underground

You’re riding the underground, or tube, in London. It’s morning rush hour. You’re holding on to an overhead bar with one hand while hold your briefcase with the other. Your body moves back and forth with the motion of the train. You avoid eye contact with other riders; eye contact and conversation with strangers simply isn’t done (and not just in London).

You listen to the official intercom voice announcing what station is next, and telling those departing the train to “mind the gap.” The doors close, the train jerks forward, and you do something you don’t normally do – you glance at the tube map to see your progress toward your station. It’s in a  line with various advertisements.

Right next to the tube map, you see a poem.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.