You Have Reached Your Destination
A cold blustery morning
Clouds heavy with rain
Moody sky
Unpredictable
A station
In a village
Lingering, longing for the train
The open platform
The desolate train tracks
A group of people wait
Reading, listening, contemplating
Waiting for the train
A tannoy sounds in the distance
Heads turn tentatively
The train is lingering,
Immobilised
No explanation
An expectation, an inconvenience
A journey interrupted
Before it has begun
The train approaches
The image of freedom on the horizon
The lingering is almost the beginning
The doors open,
The image inside of people heaped together
Unable to move, caught in the rush
People push to find their position
Ensure their own place before that of others
You stand, pressed against the shoulder of a stranger
You made it but,
At what cost for this wretched nightmare
A daily routine, of which there is no escape
Music can be heard through headphones,
The silent noise of a page flicking on a best seller
Caught amidst idle gossip
There is no escape
You look around at the accumulation of people
Young, old all have a path
They wish to take
But have yet to fulfill
Their destination.
Broiling temperatures,
Suffocating, almost airless
Overcrowded
In a scramble
To be somewhere faster
You have reached your destination
Disembark
A sea of people
Each heading toward their own destiny
A habitual destination
Amidst a crowd of strangers
Is this your final destination
I hope not