8.05 am
Hot coffee in my cold hands
I watch and wait
I see you on the opposite platform
A full ten minutes
Then you are sucked back
Into the city’s maw
Until one day
Your eyes meet mine
As gentle and terrifying
As the push between
The shoulder blades
That lands a stranger
On the live rail
© Tabitha Potts
This poem was created to accompany an artwork for an exhibition by Cheli Mula at Vout O’Reenees. The photo is courtesy of Sankar.