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CAMBUSLANG


Coasting through Cambuslang,
I text to say I'm on the east side of town.

The train slows on the severe curve;
and I pull the carriage window down.

Into the suburbs of Glasgow the doubts remain.
Will I ever see home again?

Will I ever walk those familiar streets,
or feel those pangs for home-

As I go further into the complex web
with all loyalties gone?

And yet, as the morning fades to certain midday,
I hear other calls that want me to stay.

Other voices that spur me on:
To the new and unknown I carry on.

To begin a life on a far outpost,
By the sea and sand of a rugged coast?

Too late - this particular train will not stop here.
And Central Station will surely appear.

Leaving doubt to die and fate to hang.
As I look back leaving Cambuslang...


Jarvo 2020