Tranquility
by Ian McAtee

Cars rushing past,
all speeding and fighting
to be first off the lights,
they’re all hitting their horns,
I assume they have somewhere to go
although where it is
I don’t want to know!
A bus pulls up,
so many people fight to get on
they’ve all got to get somewhere
so they stand in the stench,
in a closed compartment
and breath in
everyone else’s sweat.
A tram goes by
ringing its bell,
even more people pour in,
their numbers swell.
There are also the cyclists
that rule the road,
they must be tired of living,
as they asssume right of way,
Don’t they realise,
everyone else is bigger than them?
Everyone seems to have somewhere to go
as they all rush noisily past my window.
Oh, where did peace and tranquility go?