Journal entry
Early morningThe apartment is warm
Belying the fierce snap cold
Piercing the expected dawn
The car hesitates in groaning labour
But starts sullenly
The station lot is almost full
A place left between seasonal hills of
Dirty snow that cracks under your feet
Your breath painful during inhale
Ice fog on exhale hides you're steps
To the waiting room unmaned automated
The usual mix of somnolents stir subtly
In response to the blast of polar
Air disturbing their treasured warmth
We wait in silent silos Gazes lock at
A thousand yards
A rumble and two tenuous horn notes
Announce arrival of train seventy
Car four seat 12A is pleasantly warm after
Running the glacial gauntlet of the
Snow packed platform
Interior dimly lit indirectly permits
The magenta dawn to eak out it's
Entrance with practiced insouciance
Through picture window that darkly
Reflects the riders bent on sleep
Or quiet conversation save three
Women intent on competitive chirping
That assures those within earshot
An unneeded intrusion
Settling in possessions stowed
Seat tilted to a familiar slant
Four hours will demand
Multiple adjustments to find
The elusive sweet spot
As the moving verge defines
Itself in increasing light
To become unkempt Scrub
Interrupted by occasional
Castoff appliances
The snow pervades covering
The scape with a transcendent
Cloak hiding detritus resting
There for centuries
The welded rails no longer
Clack and click in rhythms
Familiar long ago the sway
Remains in hypnotic resonance
Of shifting rail beds
Lulling me towards introspection
And these words of daily life
This winter day on the train
To Toronto.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2019-01-31 at 13:38
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