The Station

Two figures appear and move through the station

unaware of the activity around them.

Clouds issue forth from panting steam engines

surrounding them both as if to slow their progress,

while whistles and boarding calls pull them along.

 

Others rush past embracing their loved ones

filling the air with joy and excitement.

The two watch with longing yet quickly move past

as they swallow the sadness within them.

 

An eternity has past before they reach the platform

but it seems too soon for them,

and, after summoning the strength, one figure boards.

 

The other now stands alone.

Rain

Heavy clouds press the sun out of the sky

shrouding the land with darkness;

while electric fingers reach down

as if to show the way.

 

The rumbling voices announce their arrival

as still they drag their wet cargo across the sky.

 

Soon small drops begin to escape

falling to the earth below only to be

swallowed up by the thirsty land.

 

The drops rapidly multiply

as the clouds lose the will to hold them back.

 

The parched ground greedily drinks

and flowers raise their heads

to receive the life source.

 

Hours pass and soon the thirst is quenched.

The once heavy clouds simply float away

to disappear beyond the streaming sunlight.

 

All that is left behind is a landscape,

sprinkled with glitter.

Freelance Writer