Whist you commuters
weary your lit ways
at ergonomic desks
and begging screens
I will walk out
to that richer idyll
that you can only visit
when allowed
You are locked down
by your WiFi streams –
even the commute
is more small displays
Those sealed views
from that fixed carriage
is the best you can do
on most weekdays
until the sullenness
of September dims
and the daily journeys
are seen as reflections
And the mid-term break
in October’s pointlessness
is the dark reminder
that holidays have been taken.