On the platform

I can’t think, can’t act. I’m waiting for an arrival, but nothing’s posted on the board to say when it’s due.
All the projects that were going forward have gotten tired of waiting and turned around, impatient to be moving again in any direction, and are heading away.
When the train pulls into the station and my ideas get out, lugging their valises and looking for the redcap, I’ll be there with the car at the curb, ready to tumble the suitcases into the boot and drive off to catch the scattered projects and get them back to work.