Sunday, September 27, 2009

Train-bound Souls


Train-bound souls move with the grace of sameness.
With unconcern, they dance in a unified sway,
Each flaw of steel or geography
Nudges life this or that way.

Train-bound souls roll forward, still forward.
Lost in bookish or papered worlds,
Or absorbed in earplugged ecstasy,
They ignore the speed-blurred land.

Train-bound souls, when they finally arrive,
Disgorged from coccoons, free to fly,
Will scatter in every direction,
But proceed evermore in straight lines.

              -Mark Fotheringham
Posted by Mark Fotheringham at 10:13 PM

2 comments:

  1. calibosmomSeptember 28, 2009 at 9:15 AM

    I'm glad I don't have to ride a train everyday. When I do take a train ride, it is exciting and usually breathtaking. Really nice poem but I feel bad for the "train-bound souls".

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  2. katie g.September 28, 2009 at 4:58 PM

    better than traffic jam-bound souls. Lovely prose btw

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