Somewhere.(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
Somewhere 
 
   The journeys always end where they begin: 
   on the long yellow platform at dawn, 
   with you clutching your tartan bag, and the wind 
   so much colder than it used to be. 
   The station is empty, damp. 
   Somewhere a dog is awake. It whimpers. 
   No one is here to meet you. 
   Are you sure you sent the telegram? 
 
   You tighten your coat 
   around your shaking shoulders. 
   Something shifts in your head …