
I’m in a packed bus.
The lucky ones are seated,
each attached to some digital device
switched on.
Commuters with computers.
They’ve found distraction, entered other worlds –
gazing, texting, listening – the jostle of travel
switched off.
Aware of my age, a student gives up her seat.
She doesn’t hear my thanks –
earphones on, eye contact nil, she’s out of reach –
switched on, switched off.