At the Train Station

At the Train Station

by Elizabeth Challinor

The only thing

I will tell you

About her

Never mind her age

Never mind her social class

Never mind her ethnicity

The only thing I will say

Is that when she got off the train

And walked across the platform

I noticed

She was wearing slippers

An orchestra of liberation

Exploded inside my head

Dedicated to my travel companion

Elizabeth Challinor