Bacteriological Train Trip

Trapped yet moving,
and moving still.
Held by time.
The world flies by,
in the blink of a blurred eye.
Faster than fairies fly.

Cough, sniff.
Everyone is a suspect.
The fat woman with kid.
The rock climber.
The old timer,
and business gent
who stares every outside
at the fresh air that died.
I track where every germ went.

Too hot, and dry.
Panicked but stuck.
Positivity sapped by possibility.
Moving but trapped.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.