In Transit Poem by Tanya K.Tuomi

It may sound stupid
But I felt too lonely
To go to the
Fancy restaurant
It's good
For happy romping friends
Inspired lovers
Belong there well
And I belong to the junk food buffet
Where I could get
My portion of pyrosis
Where I could kill time
Left till my train is ready
To depart
(They didn't have tickets to earlier one)
And later sitting
At the lake embankment
Big lake
Of the small northen town
Watching ships
Easeful public
And clouds
I think
What if everything in this world
Have had a color
A sound
And a taste?
What my love would be like?
Colored
As a windy november fading sunset
As dying Hot Cocoa rose petals
As rotting straw on abandoned field
Tastes
Like a distilled glacier water
At an altitude of 15,000 feet
It never quenches thirst
Sounds
Like silence
When someone called
Wrong number...

By the way,
There are lots of
Idyllic country-style cafes
Along the embankment
Why on earth have I eaten
At the trash pizza-buffet?

(2012)