the galaxies and stars
seem so far away right now
i can’t go home yet
i’m needed
to empty my head
for some eager young
space cadet
but it’s not so bad
and when i leave
i’m on the sunny side
of the homeward tram
heading north
someone reading a crime novel
beside me
if i stare harder
out the window
maybe things will
make a bit more sense
peoples’ attraction
to crime novels
my general sense
of unease
whenever i’m in a crowd
and why the trip home
seems to take longer now.