Love at First Flight

Love at First Flight

by Elizabeth Challinor

The train back from the beaches of Cascais

Bursting at the seams

With happy dreams

Coated in bodies

Tumbling out onto the platform

At Cais de Sodré

Effervescent adolescents

Slow couples

Families on alert

Looking out for each other

Where's your brother?

All swarming towards the metro

On a hot Sunday evening

The solitary male

Weaves his way through the crowd

Casting metaphysical glances

At damsels who are clearly not in distress

There is no need for heroes

Or time for pity in the city

Elizabeth Challinor