Featured: Last Train to St. Pancras

John Stocks

 

The last train is waiting at the station

With all tension, all motion stilled

On this night of grey- ice, hoar frost,

Know this

Sometimes it is enough just to exist.

On the longer journeys time stops

Is as fixed as every station clock

Under starlight, when nothing stirs.

Perhaps you were the green eyed girl

Who sighed,

As if weary of life’s travails

As if weary of all your lives?

Briefly we shared

Our parallel lines.

Perhaps on some other track

We know each other?

Have shared our dreams

And sit together

Watching the snow flurries come and go

Where the last train waits; forever on the platform.

JOHN STOCKS is a poet based in the UK. New work will be featured in an upcoming anthology for Seamus Heaney. He is the poetry editor for ‘Bewildering Stories’ magazine.