Now swimming in a foggy spa, warm as treacle,
and people everywhere the same:
happy, lost,
finding themselves on the train; having
left behind my exaggerated
friends who were colleagues and some
still are
as we
peel from the door to the seat and
sway, sway, rock, rock
to snore the miles dead
and creep clumsy
to the door lock.
Bed home soon.