I change the radio station
From highbrow political debate
To an earnestly presented classical music concert
I imagine the coal fired power stations
Emitting their final puff of smoke
Their feed canals empty of bulk fuel transport barges
As if the camaraderie of working men is to be gone
No more the communal showers
No more the rush to the clocking off clocks
There is rain
It streams down the car window
There is a meeting to attend
It is not to listen to a recitation by Lawrence Sail
It is not to joke
About the frequencies of peak experiences
Although for some perhaps it is
