I rest my head on the window and watch
overhead electrical wires dance.
My overpacked bag nestles between my ankles
while the window's vibrations massage my scalp
into a tranquil numbness.

For a moment, my thoughts exist in an uncommon serenity
in which they follow only the oscillating dance of the wires above

Merge and then separate
Merge…separate

I find calm
seeing the world
as a singular continuous blur
passing me by.
It makes more sense
than any destination.

And the view from this train window defines life
beautifully, in a manner ever so concise.

“A constant journey between destinations with imprecise vision in between”

The screen flashing red
blinking menacingly
I wait by the yellow line

the trains aren't running
but it's cold outside
and darkness is creeping

there is a man watching me
as I shuffle in fear now
his face is obscured in shadow