Train

I hate to pull the shade

blocking out the sun, 

and the framed green smudge of fields.  

Movement is stifled and close 

in this metal canister of strangers,

a hurtling theatre of separation.

I thank the inventor of headphones

in my travelling world of 

punctuated connection 

and dwindling battery.

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A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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