March 2020 – a poem by Victoria Moul

March 2020

The day I saw Mary at Euston
it was only a glimpse as if
she had turned her gaze our way just for a moment and sent
her form to appear oh so briefly a few feet
ahead of the ticket barriers.

I expect she was there for someone else.

Kind and calm and just a trifle impatient 
(who wasn’t, in rush hour?)

and transparent, so that through her I saw
all the rest of us, hurrying.

Victoria Moul is a poet, scholar and translator currently living in Paris. Her poems and verse translations have recently appeared in The Dark Horse, Modern Poetry in Translation, bad lilies and the anthology Outer Space: 100 Poems (Cambridge, 2022).

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