Aquarium

Giving life to these dirty walls

Life in the aquarium

Little oxygen, little life

What feeds us, what is feeding on us

What is uncertain,

The night falls already early,

Early in the morning

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

Morning Routine

Every morning the same routine

The same conflicts

And the running

Like a rat

Up and down the stairs

Running out

Coming back

Losing, not finding, forgetting

And eventually

She is gone

In a cloud of smoke

Missing the bus

And her life

Now

The cold red sun rises

Just a little above the horizon

Creating an illusion of day

Icy streets and stairs reminding

Us of our vulnerability

Moving carefully on our way

To face the daily perils of the world

The long workday promises only

The darkness of a cloudy night

When we eventually leave

Late in the evening

Morning

The journey

throughout

The system

Deep tunnels

A few moments of light

Then the bridge

And the dark winter morning

Travel through empty streets

On the way home from work

The little lark is singing

Lost in time