Autobiography At An Air-Station

 Delay, well, travellers must expect 
Delay.
 For how long? No one seems to know.
 
With all the luggage weighed, the tickets checked, 
It can't be long.
.
.
 We amble too and fro, 
Sit in steel chairs, buy cigarettes and sweets 
And tea, unfold the papers.
 Ought we to smile, 
Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats 
You're best alone.
 Friendship is not worth while.
 

Six hours pass: if I'd gone by boat last night 
I'd be there now.
 Well, it's too late for that.
 
The kiosk girl is yawning.
 I fell stale, 
Stupified, by inaction - and, as light 
Begins to ebb outside, by fear, I set 
So much on this Assumption.
 Now it's failed.

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...