Edmund Siejka Poet Narrative

Waiting At the Train Station

Waiting At The Train Station
     by Edmund Siejka


Not far away 
From the train station
Is a distant river
Deep 
Cobalt grey 
Churning it’s way between
Snow covered banks.

To the right
Towering above the tree lines
Is a Church 
Inside a priest
Prepares for Sunday morning Mass
Early light filtering in
Through stained glass windows.

I waited for an errant train 
Snow coming down quickly 
Cold becoming colder.

In the train’s waiting room
An old man sat down
Bad leg stretched outward
Cane by his good side
Unbuttoning his top coat
Saying 
“First hint of snow 
And everything slows down around here.”
His words echoing in the nearly empty waiting room.

A woman sitting at the far end
Had that worried look
That parents often have
Her daughter,
Really a child,
Recited numbers
From one to twenty
In a voice as clear as an angel’s.

The old man tilted his head to one side
Listening
Counting with the girl
Tapping the cement floor with his cane.

Outside the snow continued unabated
Covering everything 
In heavy white
So that even the tallest branches,
Limbs outstretched,
Knelt before nature’s might.

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Cona Adams March 18, 2015 at 4:21 PM Love this, Edmund. Great Imagery. I was in that train station, watched the snow, and felt the cold.

John Fleming February 20, 2015 at 2:59 PM Very atmospheric! Nicely done, Edmund...Nicely done!! :) john. Edmund Siejka February 21, 2015 at 10:13 AM Thanks John !!!