POEM: The Commute

7 AM, I’m driving on the highway. 

It’s a long commute to work. 

You and I both. 

Hours and hours spent on the commute every day. 

We leave at 7 AM, 

Hope to be home by 6 PM. 

And then once we’re home, 

We cook, 

We have dinner, 

We take care of our son, 

And we go to sleep at 10 PM. 

Routinely so. 

Then the next day we start all over again. 

It’s the same story for millions of other couples across the continent. 

So, let’s do something about it. 

It’s 7 AM, we’re on our way to work. 

I commute, you commute, we commute. 

And we dial up. 

Good morning Honey, how is your commute going? 

I’m at Yonge Street. 

I have a traffic jam ahead of me. 

Hey, I meant to mention something…

And we talk. 

Husband and wife spending their commute time apart, 

But together. 

We leave home and we dial the phone. 

We talk about everything that crosses our minds. 

About all our spousal silly nothings. 

About all the little things that we don’t have time to talk about at home after work. 

It gives us a fresh feeling. 

Here’s a good way to spend your commute time – talk to your spouse. 

Hey Honey, I’m at the office. 

I’ll talk to you at 4 PM. 

I’ll see you at home tonight. 

Love you. 

Enjoy your day… 

I got to love my daily commute.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 21.