I get the train from Dunbar to Edinburgh and back again at least twice a week. In a bid to keep me sane and to put this time to work. I am challenging myself to write a poem in the 20 minute journey home. I will attempt not to write or edit these outwith the train journey. Be kind then, I am on my way-hame.
I am still
not on this.
Twenty minutes in
and not enough time to-
They’ve got their carry out
for their carry on. Cocktails
in tins, clink. And you all
side-eye. The hushed tut!
That fuckin’ hell sigh.
Who are we-really? Aye.
I am trying to think about anything else
but I really need a wee. I am wondering
if you got my message to book the taxi. I just
want to be at home. I think you may already
be asleep and I am not sure what is worse, the lack
of toilets on this train or how much I miss you.
How about that for love?
Nae seats - writing this poem
on my knees - wish i could
have chatted for longer but
i needed to make this train
and now i am on my haunches thinking
of all the things i forgot to say.
We will do it again- next time?
i‘ll miss the train.
(Hear what you forgot to say too.)