Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Traveling Man

 Train’s tracking north,
when he spots barren trees,
feels an ancient pang
- missing a special child.

Even disconnected – like the coldest
winter twigs - he hangs on – and hopes
another summer lifts and melts the ice
on hard converging tracks.

Alone, in time and space,
one glance of hares in spring,
the sound of a child laughing,
could dissolve his eyes

and turn rails - left and right -
– out, away – and back - into a beating heart.

1 comment:

  1. Enjoyed this poem and the ones below..I will keep following and I like this blog very much.

    Keep up the good work.

    Dave P Perlmutter