Commuting in Dreams

Why are my stress dreams
about public transportation
when in waking life I drive everywhere
pining for a train commute?
It’s always the same. On the bus
not knowing where I’m headed,
lost in a neighborhood maze
in a city I know by heart, or rifling
through and losing track of myriad
belongings for exact-change fare.
Thing is, I’ve never dreamed
of bill collectors, or war and occupation.
You know, the pervasive themes
that actually stress a person out.
But for a day of riding the train,
or even a city bus, reading a good book,
scribbling down notes as ideas come.
That would be a dream.

This is #5 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.