...while there is time to share with friends a calm stillness... Photo: by Ben White on Unsplash
On the quiet
Poem by Bob Ward
No, not the stasis
of the railway waiting room,
people held between arrival
and hopes for a departure,
each coddling their isolation
by nosing deeply in a paper
or fingering restlessly
the keypad on their phone,
wondering why the train runs late
and whether on this journey
they’ll be able to get a seat.