Delays

Unwelcome wrench from sleep in winter dark;
Unnecessary, had I only known.
Another morning late to work, so late.
More minutes wasted not on things that count:
Not sleeping, working, running, eating – no,
Nor time with husband, cat and cosy home,
But waiting at the station, cold and damp,
Excuses on the tannoy ringing out.
But leaves on line, or signals down, who cares?
The consequence is always this: delays.