UNITED

Waiting on the platform
for an overdue train,
hearing a voice full
of trauma and pain,
coming from a seat
beside a Banksia tree,
hiding behind branches
for no one to see.

A stranger was drawn to
the soul touching sound,
sat himself down by the
trunk on the ground,
taking a huge breath
he began to sing,
“With this simple song,
healing I bring.”

Using no other words
just chained melodies,
clear notes held with
vibrance, intensity,
raising up high then
delving deep below,
quickening rhythms
becoming slow.

With rustling leaves
a figure appeared,
stretching out as
carriages neared,
reaching out to take
hold of the hands
of the singing one,
who understands.

Together stood all
those who’d waited,
some entranced,
still captivated,
as onto the train
united they went
the lost one with
the guide now sent.

Morganpoet