If I had had my camera out
If I had had more time
If I had been on my own
And not running to catch the train to Zurich
In the station of Milan.
I would have taken at least two photos.
One of a scraggly unleafed tree
Waiting for someone
As it sat on a wheelbarrow.
Next to it a small blonde girl
Also waiting for someone.
I thought they belonged to each other.
But later she had disappeared
As the tree on its wheelbarrow went by
Pushed by a man
without the girl.
And the girl.
Then almost running along the platform
Trying to keep up with Cynthia
And the man who had been sitting across from us
Writing writing writing in his journal
And who was evidently from Zurich
As he told us where to get a taxi
When we got there.
So almost running down the platform
I was overtaken by a student
Seen only from the back
But must have been a student
Pulling a suitcase
Or might have been a backpack
With a bright turquoise colored metal frame
Glowing in the grey of the 8’o’clock station.
Two photos I would have taken
Had I had my camera out
Had I had the time
Had I been alone
But which now exist only
On the screen of my mind.