Man on a Train

Talk to him? Not really!

That story will inevitably

bore and become a sly window to my

own internal mirror hall – impermanent

as plummeting carriages.

I guess this train has scuttled

North and South a thousand times

and seen a share of drama,

snow and tragedy. But could I simply

be here now and let it flow?

OK, I’ll talk to him, connect our

eyes and hear the story of his love life,

diet, working stresses, strains so we will

curtain with our storybook the foxes,

badgers, beauty flashing by.