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