Friday, March 15, 2013


From the train window, I gaze,
at the stretch
where fields get wider
and houses sparser,
and at that
silhouette on the slope by the ditch,
perfect curves,
a living hieroglyph.
I regularly pass and gaze
and in my gaze I catch
these outlines…eternity?
A word so easy to pronounce,
so teasing and restful…
I pass and gaze and plunge
into this sudden permanence,
this regular moment of the grass,
while being
swarmed away.


Dave King said...

Excellent poem. You are so right about the word eternity: it is a tease, promising perhaps what it can't deliver, but easing our passage for a time. This works well.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love watching out of train windows too, and I can just imagine your little moment of eternity