Checking Out
I am standing in the middle of a train station
In Paris, of course,
And I feel the rush of noise as a train comes
In the opposite direction
No one to answer to
No one to call out to me
And I'm okay with that
I am staring out across the quad
And watching people talking
I imagine what their conversation is like
Then I realize
That 10 minutes have passed by
I can't get that back
I am waiting in line
For a coffee
Intoxicating smell of morning
A child asleep in a stroller
And a man with a laptop
Spying on the nurse
Names yelled out
They forget my order
I try to not take it personally
I sit in a meeting
And watch boring powerpoints
I wonder if anyone minds
That I need to get up to use the bathroom
And take a walk and watch the trees sway in the fog
I have to figure out when though
There are only so many needs to take
A bathroom break
At home in bed
I hear the sounds of the street
Music of tires
Shouts of Who Knows
It's comforting in a strange way
But it's home.