Train of Thought


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

warmly caressing

their feathery underbellies.


For me,

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.

I chastise.


For almost thinking about being someone or somewhere else.

For taking that perfect moment away from myself.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s