From a Train Window

The truth is I do not want to train to stop.
I do not want a desination, a place to settle.
I want to travel. To visit. To sit and watch
and capture a life that moves with pen and camera.
I want to look back in years and ask
“where is that?” and what did I learn there?
What made me raptureous? Where did I find
a glorious peace, like in a lover’s arms afterwards
when the house is dark and creaks and cracks
and no one cares because the getting there
has been so magical.

About this poem

Feeling flat this morning, I wrote the poem to a random picture, taken from a train window on the way to New York City. I love to travel. More than the getting there, I love to travel. As I get older, it becomes more precious.

This one started as two poems that I did not realize was two poems. The other one will show up later, I expect.

Tom

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