The Early Train

The Early Train

by Elizabeth Challinor

This morning I caught the early train

Walking down the sunny avenue

The sense of extra time gained opened a clearing in my brain

I felt alive to new possibilities!

This evening, in the metro, I got off at the wrong stop

One too early

While I sat waiting underground to continue my journey

The sense of wasted time

Caused my mind to close and my teeth to grind

But it only took four minutes for the next ride to arrive

And for me to narrow down my life to such a sad size

Until my feet hit the street again

And I realized

It's all just a matter of perspective 

Elizabeth Challinor