Transitory Transit Authority
My train of thought
is boarding very slowly today.
The letters on the ticket
spelling out my destination
are smaller and slightly out of focus.
When I finally climb on board and take my seat
the train refuses to move forward.
Perhaps there’s something blocking
the tracks ahead – painful
memories, useless trivia, or
I could have flown instead but my
plane of existance was booked solid
with bean counters and disgruntled
Next time I think I’ll just launch a canoe
into my stream of consciousness
and drift away, not caring
where the current takes me.