Life Is About [3rd rev.]

Pre-dawn train trip, speeding forth in darkness
of night, arrived in city floodlit bright, escalators
to catch the bus, speeding off to the stop where
Nici and I alight, on to the studio, key for the lock

Read until a colleague arrived & switched off
the lights, I walked off, no warm chips sold
anywhere, went to the venue for class - first
gate locked, walk around the block, in class my

Blood sugar drops, a sandwich meal the on to 
editing and proofreading, homework of course;
met Nici again, bus, train - lap-top guy leading
the way; passengers ranged like sardines

Into the car and peak traffic jam, at home I tried
to describe Nici’s strange colleague Jet looking
the walking dead, the death knell as my Beloved
fails to understand what I say – new plans:

Tomorrow I shall eat non-stop, no more blood
sugar problems while learning how to edit a
text - though I do my best it’s not for me: 
feelings are what life is about...