Coming towards you
through fogged and frosted fields
where crows sweep.
of engineering works, reroutings, delays,
derailments, mountains, cities.
across rivers, through villages,
towards you in hope, undaunted.
To where you are,
leaning against a wall, reading something;
worried, ready to look up and smile
As journey’s end
(despite the creeping cold)
will light your eyes with fire.
December 6th 1996, on the train, Ely. (For Emmet, of course.)