Mind the Gap

I wonder what mysteries lie in the gap
‘twixt platform edge and train.
A place where lost footings and favourite toys go,
never to be seen again.

I wonder what creatures lie in the shadows
awaiting the opening door,
Looking for ankles that misjudge the leap
From carriage to station floor.

I wonder what pressure makes platforms recoil
When the train rolls to a stop
Turning slit into canyon, crack into rift,
Groove into bottomless drop.

But do not fear the looming gap
Nor mind the impending height,
For the dark may be conquered with one simple step
So take care as you alight.

(c) Rich Clarkson 2016


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