Markings 75

Sonnet

The morning is a grey station

of unknowing.

Someone waves to me across

a curtain of rain and two platforms-

I might know

but it is too dark to recognize

anyone outside of shadowy shapes.

Indistinct. I return their wave

to keep some kind of connection

and somebody else waves back.

I imagine today as a series

of difficult disconnections

where each stranger’s face

searches mine for recognition.

Jeff Guess

©Jeff Guess 2017