So here I am in hope again,
Between the layers of sleep and thought,
The shade and space and hidden lights,
Between the shifting lines of doubt.
I sit in carriage four of five,
And drift through waking depths of dreams.
I wait for certainties of time
To close my eyes, or shake me out.
He sits on platform three and stares
Into an emptiness of clouds.
The train – not his – has mirrored glass:
He sees himself – he’s looking old.
I watch that world disintegrate:
What could have been and what was not.
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: