First light on the tracks.
How many years, how many
trains to catch at dawn.

I the commuter.
I’d fall asleep on the re-
turn trip, miss my change.

That was years ago.
Nothing so punishing now,
this open routine.

Now I work with the
shifting boundary of time
and eternity.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

One thought on “Commuter”

  1. Extraordinary poem! The years of workdays compressed and measured by the clockwork of the train against the morning light and the human experience. Then the last stanza and the new work! That last stanza is a laser in its focus, economy, and power. Einstein’s train as he tries to read the mind of God! This is a poem to carry in one’s pocket.


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