Debora Short - Tuesday Morning

Cloister-ed corporate commuters
Squeezed in noxious rows
And encased in tubular steel
A clan’s compulsion
Just streaking underground
All privately yearning
To fly-out
To nest
On stronger shoulders
Flocked in winter’s softer wool
As if they were
Moths encircling
That security light
Outside
My mountaintop backdoor

Debora Short

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tuesday-morning/