Friday, August 20, 2010

Long Walk
After the rain I walk on old train tracks
the air is damp, my breath is deep
cedars glisten in the gray sky
Along these tracks I feel no fear
the old trains stopped long ago

like stowaways on a ship
I can't speak their names, nor say where they are
Their destination like a distant shore is mine alone

1 comment:

Susannah said...

I am enjoying my visit here.
I really like the layers of meaning I can sense in these two.

"the old trains stopped long ago"

Nice writing.