King's Cross Station

Bryanna Joy

all night we were crossing the ocean
none of us could see
through the dark egg windows
far below us the baleen were
rolling in the deep we
were tired but could not sleep

still the morning arrived at her appointed hour
the trains were on their tracks
we held in our hands warm
bread huge luggage
above us a board was blinking orange
numbers not meaning anything
we could understand

in that country
I was the only one you knew
you were the only one I knew
no one noticed us
sitting for hours or was it days
under the domed skylights with the pigeons
at our feet hearing the journeys
ending and beginning
with a faint clicking sound
through a pink place

if anything takes you
away from me and you do not know
where to go

go there

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Bryana Joy is a poet and artist who works full-time hosting online poetry workshops and painting vibrant soulscapes and seascapes to tell this planet's shining stories. Her poetry has appeared in over three dozen literary journals, and is forthcoming in Poetry Northwest and elsewhere. She has lived in Turkey, East Texas, and England, and currently resides in the Lehigh Valley in Eastern Pennsylvania. Find her at www.bryanajoy.com or on Twitter and Instagram at @_bryana_joy.

You can read more of Bryanna’s work in ISSUE 10 right here.

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