Station in the Rain


These autumn rains, these Hopper blues,

These destinations, stations passed,

These memories which have yet to form,

These tricks which gather up the night.


Each isolation – neon stained –

Is captured in its gleaming feint,

Is held, unique, in slow decent:

From state to state, from hope to spent.


And you: I wonder how you took

The morning – made it live again,

And glow again (if only once,

If only through electric eyes).


You took a crossing point in time,

And found a voice for rain and light.



This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.

The photographs, with poems, can be found at:

the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at:



3 Comments to “Station in the Rain”

  1. Very nice!

  2. Love the last two lines….

  3. I thought this an inspired poem. I especially liked ‘TheseHopper blues’ it caught my eye immediately. Thanks. >KB

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