We wait
This cold wet morning
For a train that is never on time

Huddled and swaddled
Against the chill
The platform
Covered from the rainy mist
But the breeze bites
Even through the blankets

In a mood neither bleak nor hopeful
But resolute and assured
For while the train is late
It is all but inevitable
And will take us from here
To somewhere else

Where somewhere else
May be work
Or home
Or family or friends
Somewhere we’ll find
Something we need
Or let go of something we don’t

Perhaps the only value
Of waiting here
Is to be able to step off
Somewhere else
Somewhere that is not here

And
For the moment
That is enough