Travellers by Philip Larkin -- A poem about travel and fellow travelers

In trains we need not choose our company For all the logic of departure is That recognition is suspended; we Are islanded in unawareness, as Our minds reach out to where we want to be. But carried thus impersonally on, We hardly see that person opposite Who, if we only knew it, might be one Who, far more than the other waiting at Some distant place, knows our true destination. 

Submitted January 29, 2020 at 07:09PM by CrazyEyezKillah https://ift.tt/2RVp2Bq