i sit on a bullet train.
blinking—
trees, roads, houses,
zooming, blurring.
i don't know where to get off.
the doors open.
still i do not leave
my seat by the window,
waving them goodbye.
where do i get off?
am i running towards
the world
or away from it?
i close my eyes,
unhurried,
and wait for
the ride to end.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
i sit on a bullet train.
blinking—
trees, roads, houses,
zooming, blurring.
i don't know where to get off.
the doors open.
still i do not leave
my seat by the window,
waving them goodbye.
where do i get off?
am i running towards
the world
or away from it?
i close my eyes,
unhurried,
and wait for
the ride to end.