The 9:20pm train.

A remedy for tired eyes
sees most transfixed
on brightly kept screens.

For another’s, it is lunch;
longingly unwrapped
upon a tablecloth of jeans.

For a lovers’, it is arms
and legs (otherwise
wrapped
) in careless glee.

And for the weary, it is all
too much; a hand the
necessary pillow for sleep.

For me, it is wonder
no stranger than this.

What curious lives we lead.

-jl