Travels
Strange feelings,
travelling
to another home,
through black
and white
and monochrome,
sitting on this train,
looking out
across the grey,
the snow,
memories falling
in the hush
and quiet
a solitude
of the past,
warm in the heart
of family, outside
of the deepening
the winter cold,
somehow, more
than the feeling
of passing through,
station after station,
other people’s lives
hurrying quickly by,
time snaps
from the heavily laden
branches,
of today
freezing in moments,
of wind, snow
and drifting clouds
of sunlight
and shadow,
flickering at last
in the majesties
of rocks,
cliffs and columns
of clouds
in front
of change
the drifting skies:
experience slips
so silently,
so slowly,
so softly
away.
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