Neither Here Nor There

The 'ding' brings me back,

as we slow down, then stop.

I blink several times to hasten

my focus in this harsh light.

No other vehicle is illuminated

on the dark, Wintery road.

We are held up, for spectacle, to outsiders,

or would be, if only they could see in through

the steamed up windows.

This very same fog covers me

now like a blanket.

Amber light pulses by,

reds and greens dance on the pane.

Abstract colours in rhythm

with my music.

I feel the earphones in my ears,

for the first time in a while;

that 'ding' must have come

in between songs.

We move like this, 

lit up in the dark,

slowly stopping, then moving off

until everyone is gone.

My work day pulses in my mind,

hued by amber;

reds and greens drip-feed me home.

This suspended moment;

free time to settle the sediments

of sound and vision,

as I hold my hands clasped

on my lap.

The 'ding' brings me back,

as we slow down, then stop.