It’s another failed day on Northern Rail
on its side,
the 8:26 to Halifax
crawls along the platform
like it’s watching out for snails
searching the rails for oblivion.
The train’s pace is hardly a race
but it’s only minutes late,
not cancelled like yesterday
and the many times since
new trains of the diesel age
of delay-repay claims
as they broke down,
rails got slippery,
floods brought trickery
or crews couldn’t reach
where they needed to be.
Last night’s train was another no show
so tonight’s late depart past Eureka!
is a slither of hope
in the direction of home.
Its slither then dithers after Sowerby Bridge
and it stops in its tracks at Mytholmroyd.
Six stacked trains in a panic attack.
The guard doesn’t know when we’re going to get past
so I jump the steps and the open doors,
dash to catch a bus
to my yoga class.