And then there's me

A gathering 
of those who like trains - steam trains to be precise 
we're all here - lifes 'strange' ones
the unusual types
the long haired bushy beard types 
the slightly autistic types - muttering to themselves as they search for a seat 
the railway 'anoraks'
the spotters
the book collectors - the ones who come for the second-hand book stalls
the how does it all work 'geeks'
the lineside wavers 
those over ladend with camera equipment 
the older types - they used to go to school on one of these
the cap wearers - resplendent with logos from many a long gone railway company
the rivet counters - pedantic ones who like things just so 
and will complain if it isn't
the wives who've been dragged along by their husbands 
the lineside photographers - stood in their favourite spot
tripods and cameras ready
timetables in hand
a flask of coffee and plenty of sandwiches 
and a comfy stool to wait on for the next opportunity 
the videoers - video cameras stuck on tripods
lots of clips taken which they look forward to editing together later
those who prefer the end of their favourite platform 
cameras ready 
timetables memorized
those who like to hang out of windows
complete with goggles to keep the 'smuts' out of their eyes
maybe recording the sounds of the 'clickety clack'
and the 'toot toot' of the whistle 
the studiers of timetables
noting down late starts and early arrivals
the regulars 
those who know - know the drivers
know everyone on the train
and who know all the volunteers on every station 
or the ones who simply choose a station and sit with a coffee, shooting the breeze

...and then there's me!

Little Boat

I slept.
Had a vivid dream
in which
I made a little boat.
Working
crisp white paper sheets
folded
my hands, I crafted
from scratch
no plans - I started
to make
this boat I would sail
across
tranquil waters - so
I launched
with great hope - I wished
passage
'cross boundless oceans
deep - through 
vast seas - dangerous
tossed - yet
I, warm - safe inside
sailing
me on - homeward bound
into
strong - the harbours walls
moored, snug
safe - in time to wake
once more

Shrodingers Pound Coin

Shrodingers pound coin 
at the supermarket 
I both have my pound coin
and yet I don't have it

...it's in that slot 
on my shopping trolley 

A Prisoner - In Ones Own Time

Authorised confinement 
at his majesty's pleasure
involuntary restraint
deprivation at leisure 

A life-time of crime
top criminal attainment
means liberty deprived 
by involuntarily containment 

freedom of movement
as a prisoner, restricted
the consequence being
fully self-inflicted 

Arrested, charged, found
guilty of a terrible crime
sentenced to contemplation
of why - in ones own time

That is shining now

Searching my memory - did I really do all those things?
Where are all the people I didn't meet
all the things I never saw
the places I never went to
the books I never read
are they on the benches that I walked past 
on imaginary seafronts 
to sit awhile
tasting the waves that were never there
in the breeze that didn't blow
under the sun that wouldn't shine - the same sun that is shining now


Has it already started

What was I before I was me?
Where was that?
What happened to the time when I was younger - where's all that gone to?
Was I me back then - like I'm me now?
How long is now
what actually happens to it
has now finished
and if it has
when does later start - is it now
...or now
...or now even?
Maybe it's tomorrow
I'd like to go back to yesterday - I want a second go at it!
I'd like to skip the future
or is it too late?
Maybe the future's already started - if I have one that is!
Might my future die
like I will die
when does all that start - or has it started already?