Compromise for a Commuter

Fiorella loves this poem by Janece Hudson.  It's deep and shallow at the same time, a consistent inconsistency, a mobius strip of relativity, and written in as few words as possible--a lot fewer words than Fio has used describing it..

This morning I passed the midpoint

And wished I were nearer town.

But in the evening when I returned,

It was the other way around.