The Conductor: Part 2

A poem about finding love in unlikely places

The Conductor, Part 2

A conductor's life

Is a plain thing

Solid, yet lacking

Anything other

Than the routine

No grand dreams

Of faraway lands

His net is cast

His destination

Is predetermined

He is always

Predictable

On time and stable

Until he meets

The mysterious one

Each morning

As she boards

His train

He cannot help

But see her

He has not seen

Anyone like her

Electricity which

Was untapped

Surges within

He glances down

At the gold band

On his finger

Remembering

Still, he sees her

Unwillingly,

His heart races

Beats in him

Madly as one

Crashing into love

Each day

He looks for her

Each day

She sees him

He is alive