Sunday, 3 February 2013

A Moment

Traveling backwards on a screaming train,
I’m fiddling with my latest iphone
app and, looking to the left, a yellow sun has
risen up between a line of trees.

Heavenly light - in golden morning - stops
shadows on the right side of the train. I gawp;
feeling a glad splendor rising near my heart
but soon look down, restore technology – macbook, pixels, restart.

‘What a glory – this morning!” and it takes a stronger act of will
(stopping my little inner voice) to notice, once again, the Fall:
green and golden in my moments here – a sadness rises -
and my train heads westwards, onward, rushes.

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