Forward motion

on foreign trains,

strange notions

and ever more to see,

point to point movement,

you and me

always looking for the next step—

and always finding it.

Every station’s a success

despite no rest.

We step off (and mind the gap).

We’re trapped;

and wrapped up

in the embrace

of every place.

Then it’s, all aboard!

—forward again—

 

anthony forrest