The Journey
The train swaying gently
Lulls like the womb
that rocked me to sleep
Way back in the deep
Before I could speak
The carriage takes me
Further than I have ever been
Under a changing sky
The journey rushing by
There is a sound pulsing like a heart
And there is a rattling
As if something is coming apart
And there is a shaking and a stuttering and a muttering
The sky is darkening
We are nearing our destination
Approaching the station
I alight