Waiting at A London Train Station

There are galaxies on these flower petals

But to us they’re just dots,

You don’t look around a lot

When you commute

The flowers are just flowers

Who cares about the dots?


But see it from their perspective:

They don’t know what’s outside their universe,

They don’t know the sounds of the trains

Without quantum calculations

Let alone understand

Why the billboards change,

Why the people who are God-like in proportion

Will never look exactly alike.


They cannot know that soon their reality

Will wither and die

And one by one, the many sections of their world

Will fall into a waste paper basket or on the floor.


Some take trips to nature to get perspective

But I’ve found that it’s much closer than you think.


[Jen Hughes]

Image Credit: Norma Baillie

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