Catching the train made my heart skip a beat ( the 120 seconds that it was meant to stop were ticking off)
in my head, like a hypothetical bomb that would explode in the face of my travelling plans, if i did not get in.
The door handle is jammed.
My heart falters,
my plans quiver helplessly in my over-excited mind.
People instruct – direct – redirect
my feet shuffle self-consiuously
in front of the massive blue
Especially since sign reads-
Ohhhhh. Two options occur to my sluggish,
pray to all the Gods that this is the right train
I do both, one after the other,
tumble into the train ( which is still in fact stationary
but not in my head)
Find seat number 58 (discuss alternate seating arrangements
with half a dozen people) Smile. Sit.
Wait for the ‘kaffee kaffee kaffee’ man
to open the carriage door
and start speaking the coffee into my head.