sitting in the station waiting
ticket in hand
the soaring columns disappear into the darkness
lights flood in
music soothes
people sit and move about
some seem to disappear without warning
others appear from the ticket windows taking their places
attendants move through the crowd
giving bread and wine
“wait,” they say
“wait”
outside you see green hills
hear laughter
someone crying
leaving the station you meet a child
who smiles and takes your hand
there are no trains
