Station Approach

The buildings orbit and eclipse

As the train slinks and slips.

Riveted walls scabbed with rust

Protect us from the city’s surge and thrust.

Now cool, the rails are wrenched apart

Where once at speed and hot

They glistened with sun and fell away.

Dusk is the solid time of day:

Everything accustoms, settles in –

Fat moon, new stars bone thin.

The platform trembles in reception.

We, at full stop, break in all directions.