The ride home.
A moving metropolis, a salad of individuals!
Crisp, efficient and green.
The regulars, with their practiced moves,
The newbies, with their deer-in-the-headlights looks,
Conductors and drivers trying their best,
To enliven the drudgery of routine.
The bicyclists in their ghetto,
Enjoying their moment of superiority!
Cities roll by, San Carlos, San Mateo, Millbrae,
Straight and gray runs the 101,
A splash of colors made by an enterprising graffitist,
How she got to that spot no one knows!
My book, my music, my thoughts,
Meditation, retrospection, introspection.
A journey without, a journey within, a journey home.