the train pressing on through the countryside,
pushing through the darkness
is it still Georgia or now the Carolinas?
sitting in the lounge car: the lights dim,
the card players’ banter,
a burst of worried laughter
as the long train passes through a town
I see a woman standing,
framed in her window, her room’s dim light
forming a nimbus around her
she looks at the train,
she looks, I think, at me
what is she thinking?
what am I to think?
what is this journey really?
-being in a moving cave,
but trapped nonetheless, seeing shadows on a wall?
-looking at the night sky and wishing?
wishing what? that it will end? or never end?
perhaps it’s all a dream, a trick, a scam
in the morning, I suddenly wake
from my sitting reverie
the hollows, gullies and dips in the landscape
are brimming with mist
the train still moves
relentlessly
but now through the light
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012
Beautiful visual. Makes me want to jump on a train and gooooooooo…..
Thanks for your observation, and for visiting.