Station Man

                   Well turned out,
has had his breakfast,
you will see him sitting upright
at various tram stops.
Not a commuter, a zigzag man
with a travel pass,
a self-appointed inspector,
mission undisclosed.
He asks for nothing,
but must have the flow.
When not sitting in stations,
a bird talker,
kicker of dogs,
a carpet hedge jumper
who’s had his breakfast.

Don’t ask about love and friendship.
He wasn’t born to this,
but here he is, regardless,
moving when the impulse takes him.
Being there is the thing.
Being anywhere.
Testing civilization.
Not releasing the results.

Philip Davison