Waiting for Departure

Waiting for Departure

Cold morning metal, stationary,
soon to be moving, past
the first trickle of commuters
flowing into the station,
swift-moving shoes and suits
flooding past the casual stream
of students and long distance travellers

all still a dream

tannoy echoing in the emptiness,
round the lone businessman
checking his watch again,
drawn to an opening stall
by the warm promise
of croissants
and freshly ground coffee.

Fiona Ritchie Walker