Hannah M. Clipston

Each morning there is a wait;

You can rely on the unpredictability of platforms,

the underground poetry, the stonewall faces…

One time someone approached me

pointing at the train just gone

and said

‘Was that the train to Ealing Broadway?’

But no, it was the one to Wimbledon.

I wanted to tell them

the train to Ealing Broadway arrives

when you feel it will never come.

I think (I hope) I think,

love works in a similar way.