Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Tomorrow, The Train [poetry]

Amidst crumpled leaves, the ring of a bell.
The afternoon train passes
Like voluminous thunder
Boiling
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
Yet--
The imprint, alive, amidst the leaves,
The pebbles, the wooden bridge.

Tomorrow, the train will be back.

2 comments:

the feeling lioness said...

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

Amak said...

Thanks!