The train rattles along the tracks
like a great steal snake skimming the horizon
to slip into its many nests.
Station to station.
I look out the window and see
light grey clouds,
a seraphic halo
their feathery underbellies.
it is the perfect moment
and then for others, I realize
it is not
Before my mind can meander to another’s,
I bring my own form of cerebral transportation
to a shrieking, stuttering stop.
For almost thinking about being someone or somewhere else.
For taking that perfect moment away from myself.