Had to take a break. The mathematician in me would like to see the blog days sequential AND matching 24-hour slots of time in my life but this has proved impossible recently. Usual problem: I've taken on too much. Too much coming at me from all angles. Angry about a lot of things and trying to stay cool, calm and collected because other people need me to. Dare not write how I feel. Dare not write?

Well, today I did. Today's poem records how I felt going up to town for a meeting last week. It was a good meeting but a lousy journey.

Commuter death

Did you miss me?
Where did I go?
Lost in’t minefield
Quick, quick? No! Slow, slow

Headed for town
Booted, suited
A sinking heart
Rat race recruited

Lungs fit to burst
And aching feet
Surprise, surprise
Cheap ticket, no seat

Squashed like sardines
Stench of stale breath
Glad I retired
From commuter death