A Moment's Hesitation
The horn shakes me out of my sun-kissed reverie.
On the tracks, grim reality glides closer.
The announcer’s voice reverberates inside me,
triggering an avalanche of guilt.
My choice remains unheeded
as a tiny hand strives to pull me out.
Clutching tighter, I chart our separation;
my baby’s dewy eyes imploring otherwise.
Munira Sayyid writes from Mumbai, India. She thinks railway stations are terrible, terrific places. Her work has been published here and there online, for which she is grateful.