The Age of Idleness

We stand idle in the heat

 Crammed onto a platform waiting for a train delayed by 10 minutes

The  platform is overcrowded 

move down the platform, move down the platform the announcer keeps saying

To where I wonder

I have spent the last 8 hours idly moving data around a spreadsheet

something a computer could and should have done 

It arrives


People aren’t actually social

Not this close

That horror ends

now we wait in the little shade provided by a tram stop roof


Again we cram into a small hot box with windows

Staring at our phones 

Distraction the only sanity

Soon it will end


Too tired for life to begin

Tomorrow the idleness begins anew.

David J Campbell

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