I’ve found myself on a lot of trains recently, sometimes for rather long periods of time. I just find that you get a strange feeling when you look outside and see the entire world rushing past, and then look again to see that it has all been replaced by yet more world. So, naturally, I wrote a poem about it – please enjoy!
A Train Journey
Surging past, the open air,
yet not so open–quite contained
within a cylinder of forceful might
known to us as only an aid for flight
but not quite flight, as we do not leave
the ground that supports our very feet,
only allowing ourselves to move onwards
without a thought for those behind us–
the calling birds, swooping so;
the weary trees, drooping so–
all is behind, and, at once, gone.
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Oskar Leonard 