Friday, 22 July 2011

Facing away from the direction of travel

we set off at dawn.

A slow start, accelerate

down tracks, rumbling

silver rails. A crimson sun rises

East - skimming trees -

Midlands, into Birmingham.

The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time.

This is how we travel – backwards,

looking out into where we’ve been:

an engine behind

and a caravan of multiple eyes

with a clear view of the back of our head,

pulling. We look away;

focused, unaware

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