Another Friday at the Station

[Mark A Becker]

Another Friday at the Station

Heading for a place
you barely remember
how to get there.

Under low clouds
you watch Spring rain
pass over,

hungry for the sun
to come; tired of waiting
at this crossing.

Your sole consolation-
knowing good news
will arrive in time.

Another Friday at the Station

Sometimes you head for a place
without remembering exactly
how to get there.

Spring has slid behind light
rain, and low clouds. You wait
for them to pass over,

hungry for the sun to come
into the station. At the crossing
again, so much on your mind.

Tired, praying for that sun.
Your sole consolation- knowing
it will arrive in time.



NOTE: omission of a comma in S.1 of the revision is intentional.