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:


One Comment to “Platform”

  1. I feel a sense of lost dreams as he sees himself in mirrored glass, “watching that world disintegrate what could have been and what was not.” Beautiful poem!

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