an endless swamp
of thousand incoherent
broken discontinuous
sleeps
a dark grey noise
a thousand people
in a moving train.
it stops,
(pausing the giant cradle)
someone new enters
the lights are on
she is waiting for a ticket examiner
eyes closed,
everyone waits
waits
unbearable light - eyes hurt
bodies grow restless, tired ,irritated,hopeless
and someone says 'would you please put
off the light?',
finally.
it took just a moment.
and everyone back to the
huge lone swamp,
of broken sleep-
peacefully
in a night train.
2 comments:
Night train...
My favorite so far :-)
This poem is like a shared experience...
its us... :-)
yes dear, us.
muah!
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