Saturday, November 2, 2013

Passage

They don't like it
when you sleep
on the train
stretched out
across three
seats exactly
wide enough
for a man
exhausted
from a long day
of traveling

the carriage sways
back
and forth
and back
and forth
a gentle humming
beneath the compartment
cozy and warm
safe passage across
the broad starlit
lands of the mother
country as she
pleads with you
sleep
sleep
my dear one
just sleep