Does anyone write of the commuter grind?
Of the early risings and the dark returns
The unseen children and missed bedtimes
The chances taken on rain slick roads
The risk of dreadful collision
As bleary eyed drivers zoom and hurry
The agonies of thousands crammed into tubes and trains
Does anyone sing of the commuter’s plight?
Commuter belts were planned around cities
To give encircling green spaces
A commuter belt encircles my life
Tying me in
Constraining, tightening, giving no relief
Does anyone tell of the commuter as hero?
The journeys survived, the meetings won?
I am the voice of the lone commuter
You talk of food miles, of recycling
Of saving the planet
I counted my work miles
Those I have journeyed to earn my crust
They take me to the Moon and back
Oh to be free of these surly bonds
Recycle my life, give it to me back
New and mine once more
And you will save the planet
And us all
But the car beckons, there on my drive
There stands my steed waiting
This cowgirl has to go.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Since the writing of this poem, this ‘cowgirl no longer goes’ as ill-health prevents my working…..so I’m taking my life back…..