I am
on a train and
fate is faster than I
sleek and slipstream sharp
like an arrow, twisting
through all I know now -
inevitable, like a silk flag
stretched and spread for miles -
my talisman, at once my target
sewn by fortune’s pins
worn to show a difference
untorn by my indifference
raised up for my deliverance.
And I, am on a train
again.

This entry was posted on Thursday, September 13th, 2007 at 6:45 pm and is filed under Journeys.