Sometines

it’s great to travel by railway carriage

but when - calamity - a train gets filled

by crying children, gypsies, soldiers,

I long for a little room and pillow

to lay down horizontal and silently watch

a forest of dreams, a cloud of stillness

but down from the roof, a ladder drops

and I simply can’t help myself reaching upwards

at first wearily but then with strength

of hands and feet, defying gravity,

and up I climb through a secret portal

(the same old handle) into a carriage

that rattles loudly with gypsies, soldiers

where I long to lay down horizontal.