Public Transport Therapy

I walk to the station, passing by 
Pretty canals and daffodils,
Cobbled streets and cyclists, 
Facades from a different era,
Concealing the modern interiors,
The sights and sounds occupy my mind.

I wait for the tram, 
Breathing in the cold air,
Watching a happy puppy playing,
Observing friends chatting and riding,
Marveling at the beautiful shop fronts,
The detail strikes me when I hit pause.

I climb onto the tram,
Thrilled to be in the warmth,
I chat with a fellow passenger,
Learning about them,
Sharing life experiences and world views,
Trading unfiltered thoughts encouraged by anonymity,
Interacting without any agenda truly brings out the best in people.

I say goodbye and get off the tram,
Not caged in the bubble of my views anymore,
Armed with more perspective,
And enlivened by the world around me.