Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Tomorrow, The Train [poetry]

Amidst crumpled leaves, the ring of a bell.
The afternoon train passes
Like voluminous thunder
To a soothing flame
A kettle
Cradles us, steady rhythm.

The rhythm-- anchored
A moment in time
Immovable-- a rock, a wooden track.
Metal wheels screech to a slower pace,
A ripple flows and disappears...
It passes.

The bell no longer rings
Hot bubbles in the distance
The imprint, alive, amidst the leaves,
The pebbles, the wooden bridge.

Tomorrow, the train will be back.


the feeling lioness said...

hey!this was so much fun to read
really liked it

Amak said...