Waiting for the Train

From under the overhang
of the space-age dome
of the Millbrae BART station

which some days seems so ordinary
so every day
so normal
but today seems like
something out of a science fiction novel

From under that overhang
I sit here

listening for the screeching
of the train
and hearing only the rattle
of the escalator, the whirring
of the air vents, the whine
of the lights, and the chattering
of the voices behind me.

The clouds continue their
majestic march
across the sky as I sit here,
waiting for the 7:54 southbound
that is just arriving.