The 8:18 (Delayed: 8:24) To Liverpool Street

I saw a man on the train
I saw a man on the train
Words revolving in his brain
His aged head bowed down
Upon pages which told a story
More ancient than him.

But as the train shuddered to a halt
He shook himself from
The calm voice inside his head
A moment of panic
As his eyes frantically searched for the station’s name.

Content. There was still time.
He had yet to arrive at his destination
And so in the meantime,
He’d take another journey
Through the letters of language
And live.