En Route Interruption
Busloads of middle-aged, half-dozing and cramped-in passengers,
on their way to the indistinct downtown office towers where
the windows never open and batteries of elevators toil.
In the morning, with few exceptions, passengers-turned bureaucrats
schlep themselves towards the screens of mass-produced desk tops,
awaiting them in pre-assigned cubicles.
Once, a graying man from Africa broke the silence on the crowded bus,
With brief sparkle in his eyes, he told stories of life from places that had shaped him, where hardship is as common as joy and unnamed flowers.
The moment had to pass, nine to five again;
once between processing, meeting , printing and filing,
relationships matter as little as subject-matter.
Many day dreams of meaning, simply shuttled away, to the oddly named crescents, circles and squares.
Poem © 2012 by Glenn Brigaldino
Glenn Brigaldino is an independent political analyst living above the 49th parallel. He was a contributor to the 2002-2005 Newtopia Magazine venture and remains loosely affiliated with the new project.
In the early 1980s he was an active member in the German Green party, until it became absorbed in the political mainstream. As a specialist in international cooperation, he has worked for aid and relief organizations in Africa, Europe and elsewhere.