Journey

On Wednesday, 8 September - I got on the train and sat down. I sat in the first seat in the carriage and looked in front of me - there was a piece of A4 paper - with a poem on it called Journey - wow - how random and how cool.




Thank you "The Poet" - it was a lovely surprise on my journey to work!



In the train home we contemplate zero with the shape of our faces.
The scenery rushed past slowing down to offer us
a few more black trees, different from the last ones but the same also.
We look and decide against them - where you do not live you
are not
   alive
we want to say.

Another dark sky breathes on us, a strip of name is photographed
and we move on, inertia-scrolled to some moment
when we will meet the rain
and avoid the eye of home.