I have always loved trains. There is something wonderful about the way you travel on a train. Especially if you get a cabin/daysitter and have some space while still moving along.
Somehow in that space the focus shifts. It’s a very different experience to flying or buses where you are loaded into a cramped space that tries to make the transport company as much money as possible.
April and I recently travelled by train.I didn’t do much for most of the time. But, I did write this:
A WHOLE DAY
A whole day
Watching
A world viewed
From the perspective
Of a framed glass window
And, two tracks
Guiding my way
Set in steel,
And, a space
Where I can do nothing
Except wait.
The unfolding boredom
Reminds me
Of how obsessed
I have become
About destinations,
Worrying about arriving
And a million other things
That fill my world.
The best days
Are found
In in-between places
Putting aside everything
Except what is here
Finding a view that is mine
Thinking
Or, not thinking about much,
Realising while going to,
I am arriving
My destination
Hours away
And, right here
For a whole day.
