We all have our demons
as we get on the 7:00 ferry,
walking in a carefully clipped pace
a cartel of commuters.
The routine has not yet become mechanic
I am new
just started commuting regularly two months ago.
There is a commuting culture that I am
becoming a part of…
(A native in a foreign land?)
We exit the ferry as a collective mass,
keeping up the pace
keeping up the trot
(a man on a skateboard whizzes past)
and we arrive at the train station
and await the Sounder
It pulls up at 7:26,
we fill it, en masse,
jockeying for seats
on the side facing the Puget Sound.
I am lucky and grab one:
today I will watch the water.
I see more herons on this journey
that I ever have before in my life.
They jab violently at the water’s surface,
searching for food.
Rotting bits of pier,
the roof of an old house,
decay interspersed with the waves,
the Canadian geese,
Today I see four eagles.
And it occurs to me,
I had never seen an eagle
on the beach.