At recent poetry readings in northern Jersey, I've been delightedly surprised when a poet reads a work and it has to do with commuting. No. Really.
Poets and scribes jot down notes about egrets in the meadows as their train thunders by and about regrets in their heart as the rhythm of the rails leads them to remembering.
Recently, at the Les Malamut Gallery at the Union Public Library, Leona M. Seufert selected pieces to read from her chapbook
"From Here To There And Back Again - A Commuter's Journey." She reminded me of things I've thought and seen as my PATH car rolls east or west.
If you've crossed the Meadowlands in day time, then you've seen what's left of the great glacier. I've written a poem about Fraternity Rock as viewed from the PATH. So, I shouldn't be too surprised to learn that others have written about egrets and regrets.
So, what you have here is the start of my effort to capture the difference from day to day of everyday commuting. In prose poetry, of course.
You may see some new stuff, and some old stuff. But if you commute to work via public transportation, you should see a lot of the familiar you've overlooked.