A Platform For My Talents


The clums and the noise

Of the station

Bred in me a need

For silence

And calm

And not frenzied elation.
I retreated to the contrived gloom of the waiting room

And sank into the sanctuary of a sofa.
I was asleep almost immediately; and woke to the light of NewDawn some ten hours later.
Having missed my connection.
Oh, well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles, I suppose. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s