Waiting for the Commuter Rail Train at Seven-Twenty-Two in the Morning

Here is poem #2 of 30 to be written by me to meet the challenge of NaPoWriMo.

Some boys stand in a group
Posed in various slouches
Pullovers over khaki
Backpacks slung
Bound for school in Needham

Two women could be twins
Chestnut hair, about
Five foot four, slim
In their forties, maybe
Dark clothes

One stands by
The entrance looking
Aimlessly about
Perhaps expecting
Someone

The other seated
Some distance from the first
On one of the benches
That are arranged back to back
Down the length of the platform

On the other end of her bench
A young man stares
Into his iPod
As if into
A crystal ball

Further down
I find a seat
Next to a woman
Whose beige jacket
Is all pockets and buckles

On the bench behind
Twin Woman and iPod Boy
A young woman sits on the edge of the bench
Her back very straight
Sometimes I sit like that when I meditate

I like to meditate on the platform
While the people and trains pass
Practicing single point of focus
On the corner of the frame
Of the vodka ad across the tracks

A few more people drift in
As the Needham train ingests
The boys and the twins
iPod Boy
Meditating Girl

Bound for work, I wait
With faces more familiar
As often I have come this way
To wait with them right here
All of us waiting
For the train