Ilsa at the station

Ilsa at the station
(For Julia B)

A child crying somewhere
A long, high keening note of loss and desperation
The sound you make, I imagine,
When you stand by the coffin of a lover for the last time
And I thought of you

Ilsa at the station
Unable to make a decision, so choosing
And at the end of the platform
Something calls your name, so you move towards the sound

16 September 2006