A train platform
It's cold ...
Early evening, antiqued & sepia
Movement, noise . . a hurried pace
Left & right down, to & fro on this platform
Suddenly.... in one snapshot moment
We pass by one another . . .
From my dreaming place it is :
Jack & Louise, Laura & Yuri and
Yes, Bracken & Rebecca : serendipity falling
It's lightly snowing now,
Big, surreal flakes
We stop, turn & enfold
You wore a dark blue uniform
There were silver medals & it was simple but refined, elegant.
We were younger
Our arms entwine, treasuring tender hungry kisses, touching ..
Slowly, we walk in the direction you were heading,
People and trains. . .
Steam engines and bright colors,
Sounds & smells ; jarring & constant... food vendors, magazine stands, shouts & whistles, people with dogs, birdcages ....
Findings & losings, large trunks & suitcases everywhere
Movement & cacophony
Rather hazy & no longer vital
There was this window - long & infinite above us
Aquarium-like from inside the large, ornate train station
Black & mahogany woods, glass, gold & reflections.
We paused to linger in a kiss; laughing - your eyes shining
thru the window
I could see 3 young children. They continually shifted or morphed ;first 3 boys, then 2 boys and a girl, 2 girls and one wonder-eyed boy
Pressed against the glass
Their faces concerned, their clothing odd; shades of brown, yellow, beige, loose and layered with sweaters & heavy boots & stockings
I pulled away slightly & held your face ; knowing I had to let you go on - without me.
Such a brief, bright respite,
That time & space of reaching home.
Hanging in that together-space, sure & rooted, all longing & desire lit & knowing
Parting - intense, private. I was swallowed whole by your love
I held on to your hand until my steps forced us apart
Heavy snow swirled in cold & dense .... swallowing everything
A train whistle sounds . . .