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Hua Lamphong train station

a terminal, for me, is a destination in itself.
I am at home in them -
airports, bus centers, ports.
Where noone is truly at home themselves,
and everyone is just waiting for their way from or to.

so on a quick trip for schedules,
not being on my way anywhere else,
i found myself staying to watch the people who were.

the odd buddhist monk wrapped in dirty orange robes;
big, white people clustered around their big, bulky luggage;
lone backpackers propping themselves up against the walls;
and the throng of thai people - anxiously in line,
bored in their seats, clutching their packages,
watching the departure/arrival board,
standing around trying to figure out all the chaos.

outside, the steets were wet with rain. there was
a gray cast to everything. and once in a while,
we could hear one train, two, trudging off
to somewhere far away.