Eurostar Terminal – Brussels

by poetrydiary

Places of waiting, spaces like beaches
But without the fun.
And people as water,
Ebbing and flowing,
Selfish and mindless.
With officials like crabs
Among the rockpools.

Experienced travellers feel this
And go with the flow.
Others, impatient, fight it and end up
isolated eddies;
lost and bewildered,
Giving an ultimately calm place an air
of sterile desperation.

And I’m being unfair on Eurostar –
generalising to all
terminals and airports.
This is a small one.
But it’s still the worst part of the journey.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes