No Contest

Waiting for the ferry
I see water, boats and cars,
The bright blue sky and when it’s dark,
A smattering of stars.

Waiting for the subway
I see schmutz upon the tracks
And crowds of tense commuters
Looking like they can’t relax.

To get downtown I either take
The ferry or the train.
It’s really not a contest –
After all, I’m not insane!