Birmingham New Street to Aberystwyth, 24.05.2011

A song drifts through my mind

like the waves that

makes the barley sheaves to undulate;

the train passes

as we drink in

a thousand golden faces,

like suns,

reflecting light back at us.

Some hills are in shadow, others

shine. The opinionated passenger

with the hair and eyes like mine

banters with the man

pushing the food trolley. I sit at my

lonely table. His eyes meet mine

deeply, through the gap in the

seats. The sky is blue

although it’s coming on seven.

I like summer evenings.

I wish for more, for you,

for a breath of fresh air

and the quiet park

with a dog-walker

and a road to a home-cooked meal.