It is cold and dark – the sun holds back
Ahead - the glistening tramway track
For a Saturday, the traffic flowed
In the chilly dawn car headlights glowed.
Few passengers on this early bus
Most still abed – not here like us;
Along the pavements – hazy shapes
It's 7.30 – the dawn breaks.
Rare passers-by lost deep in thought
Bundled up with scarves pulled taut
I muse on who these people are
In Etterbeek – outside the Gare!
It's closed at weekends – so I read
But why? There seems a pressing need
As many rattle the main door
Have they not seen the sign before?
The trams whiz by at constant hum
Buses in both directions come
I pace to keep warm; where is she?
At last - a car slows; it's for me!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016