Train to Blackpool (23Nov13)

Holed up on a train
Amongst wood-fire
wool clothing,
Elbows in, careful
Paper turning.
Tiny moving space
Constraining, confining.
Sleeping strangers
Surrounding, defining
This journey.






 


Eyes focusing now

On frosty rolling hillsides

Grazing sheep
Villages whizzing by.
Post modern wind mills
Flank farmers flocks, sigh!
Poem and pictures replace
Sudoku failures.
Escape this quiet, closed-in
Ride with transcendent ecstasy.










Train stops, empties
Adjacent joint seats.
Willing seat companion
To move to vacant seat
Will she do it?
Remains to be seen.
Waiting...., waiting.....,
YES! There she goes!
I'm now free
To expand personal space
To escape claustrophobia,
To breathe!