Life lived as a lesser Odyssey

** Life lived as a lesser odyssey **
Morning finds me waiting
Abroad an inflammable flight tube
Packed with other still waking souls
The inter-city commute
An hour and a half to track Apollo's arc
Then to terra firma firmly placed
Skate on wheels of hard thick rubber
Down the destination runway
And translate to Shanks pony
Till taxi rank is found and vehicle gained
Then another space of transportation
Less car than slow coach
One of a pushing milling multitude of crawling insects
To termite hills of CBD
Gravestone flat reflective pillars
Luring with their beauty
As the Sirens did years before
To lose yourself in the dream of commerce
Instead be devoured by Time and wear
Then discarded as casually
As a broken shoelace
For you can no longer fulfil
Role in which you are placed
So this morning flight marks
Not only present but futures many
Counted and costed and come up
As empty as dreams which on morning waking
Fade into the nothingness of lost memory
The forgotten myths of sleep and life.