With each clack
of the track
the room trembles
as if in fear
Shaking at the
roaring engines
blasting into endless
paths of gray
Marveling at the
passing birds
of aluminum
looking down as gods
But then silence
and stillness
overtake the sunlit
lair of solitude
And the only
sound, sight, touch
is that of peace
and comfort
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
With each clack
of the track
the room trembles
as if in fear
Shaking at the
roaring engines
blasting into endless
paths of gray
Marveling at the
passing birds
of aluminum
looking down as gods
But then silence
and stillness
overtake the sunlit
lair of solitude
And the only
sound, sight, touch
is that of peace
and comfort