The Slow Train

Day 80
7 Apr 11

Long still tracks heading nowhere.
A silent bridge spanning time and space
overarches still spring air.
The image of a traveller's face:
eager to arrive, anticipating eyes ablaze.
Children with tolerant mothers, fathers
smoking a woodbine in the carriageways
Enfolds memories of journeys made
finished, and never to be repeated.
Thoughts in sunshine cast no shade.