I AND MY SILENT COMPANION
Where is this train going,
would you please push your basket aside,
yes, there’s an empty place, so where
did you say the train was going?
I can see lands, all new to me,
and it seems we are getting nearer.
When I reach my destination, will I know it?
Will I like it?
It might be wet,
it might be an evening,
it might be empty.
Will I know the welcoming party?
Will there be such a party at all?
Then, in some kind of light,
I imagine I see children;
they play in a circle,
clapping their hands.
I loved that game.
I imagine I dash forward
and join them.
I imagine.