On the Train.

The shadows on the ground mark the days that past:
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and
every day in between.
I get on a train.

The gently swaying of the
cars lulls me to sleep.
It is hot outside; the day has just seen rain.

My heart beats fast; sweat rolls down my back.
I force myself to relax, relax,
think about other things
for a change, other than
myself.