Trains

As you watch the trees fly past

You often realise the time is sparse

Sitting and waiting

The ache is taking

Taking its time amongst the yard

 

The trains passing

Mind racing

Impatiently waiting

Watching and waiting

The forms of life

Moving inside

 

Seats empty

Minds blank

Often lit by what’s next

Not knowing ones story

Only guessing

 

As time goes on

We move

We think

Only about what will be next

 

Photo – Padova 2015,
Diana Mini.

 

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