Itinerant

By Amali Wijesena

The rhythmic rocking of a bus,

the strong swaying of a subway,

the countless clicks of a car turn signal,

the whistling wind and mumbling motor of a long road trip,

bright lights and loud rooms,

and yet exhaustion finds me

in the repetitive

the mindless motion of a machine,

the ceaseless chatter of an airport.

When on the move,

sleep whenever you can, 

on a bus,

a plane,

a car,

a train,

but never when there are free movies.

That would be a crime.