I made the mistake of reading an article
on congestion getting worse by road and rail and air.
The article did not go so far as to say too many people
but that’s the point, isn’t it?
The article was quick to disappear along with my breath,
lungs tighter and tighter on my own, not so crowded, train.
Then I saw a suited man, all ironed pin stripes and neat hair.
As he moved through the carriage, a flash of pink
caught my eye, bright socks in the gloom of a grey morning.
I smiled and the panic retreated just enough.
All is not as certain as some would have you believe.