At motorway services (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 01 Nov 2011
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Passing through from far and wide,
parking neatly side by side,
no-one knows from where you’ve come,
no-one caring where you’ve gone.

Glossy shop, expensive ‘tack’,
(what did I forget to pack?);
stretch my legs, and find a loo,
get a magazine or two;

weary hours stretch out ahead:
coffee? dinner? sweets instead?
sitting in the sleek café, –
watching, thinking, ‘Who are they?’

‘What’s their work, how high’s their pay? …
has she travelled far today? …
What a funny outfit, that! …
isn’t he hot in scarf and hat?’ …

Everyone is on their way,
travelling on somewhere today.
Will we all tonight be where
we intend to go from here? …

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A lovely little snapshot, Rhiann. And as for the question you pose...who knows?;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, Tina. And yes, we all can presume too much, so just a little thought-provoker at the end, which seemed to fit with the other thoughts at such a place. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
"...travelling on somewhere today..." Like a gypsy with nowhere to go.
ScoZen

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Yes, well, a lot do think they know where the're going! Maybe they'll be mistaken! Thanks for reading, hope it read alright. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Rhiannon

This is an interesting piece of observation. I often speculate about the people on the train with me - who they are, where they're going, etc. Sometimes I make up stories about them.

Jean

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean.
It's a bit shattering sometimes when you happen to find out what the people you've seen are really like, and what their background is, and you've unconsciously imagined something quite different! Rhiannon