“Body On The Tracks”
Huddled. An empty train packed.
Delayed. Half hour commute tripled.
Paused for Signal. Still silent bodies wait.
We appreciate your patience.
Rerouted. Shuttle buses to final destinations.
Tracks closed from Belmont to North/Clybourn.
Two miles of investigation.
Attempts to make sense of the unknown.
Two miles of collection.
Piecing together an incomplete picture.
Two miles of re-assembling existence extinguished.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
I wrote this poem this morning after my commute to work. Normally it takes 30-40 minutes and today that was almost tripled. All the CTA would let us know was that downtown service was stopped from Belmont due to police activity. Maybe I should have assumed it was a jumper, but I didn’t. After I found out the delay didn’t matter as much. I only felt sadness and that question that always looms… why?
For more on what happened head to the Chicago Tribune.