Humans Being Humans

It took another very uncomfortable train ride for this one to finish itself tonight after I began writing it on a mild and rainy day in February.

Humans Being Humans

I don’t know why
it took so long,
but only after
being tossed and

tumbled by the
whim of the trains,
only after waiting
wet and wondering

if any should arrive,
standing among the
damp throng, and
only once I slid

into the crowded car
after watching another
stagger forth slick
like a new fawn

did I realize
that for all the wet
and waiting and
jerking and sweating

we’re just humans
being humans,
desperately trying
to go home.

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