PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

it begins without warning, in stations

where crowds drift in from scattered eras,

each carrying their own small weather,

each unsure why they’ve gathered at all

guards arrange the platforms into patterns,

rows held steady under civic signage

promising liberties no one quite trusts,

yet everyone steps forward anyway

beyond the barriers, the land shifts tone—

dark rails running out toward fir‑lined cuttings,

hands gripping luggage as though arrival

might grant a claim no border can confirm

shopfronts glitter along the concourse,

their polished windows staging a calm

that never reaches the fields outside,

where growers measure seasons by risk

travellers pause at the platform’s margin,

thinking through years that brought them here,

trying to read what lies past the timetable,

a knowledge held by those who watch quietly

distance folds the shoreline into shadow,

lights from the departing carriages scatter,

and something in the air steadies itself

as the train moves on and the world keeps shaping

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