Train

The train takes off.
Yes…It flies, no rails does it follow.
What would happen if trains flew?
The birds, the landscapes, pass by too fast to discern anything.
All is too green
Houses, animals
Seem to be one
One big cow for the whole journey
Only near the stations, cities closing
The rhythms of everyday life
Resumed once more
Cars, traffic lights, families with groceries, people crossing the street, coming and going…
The beggar lying at the far corner
Cold again tonight
I will have reached home by this journey’s end.