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.