It would be good to stop this train
and lie me down on green grass
ideally near a shady river,
special, like a king and queen
maybe sleeping face-to-face
or hand-in-hand or toe-to-toe.
Changing trains seems risky. It’s winter
now and many leaves have fallen
but I do feel something-like ‘alive’ and
it would be good to jump this train
and stop momentum, all inertia,
long and narrow tracks.