On A Train Journey
South Of Here
I Glimpsed Your Hand
Holding On With Others
It Made Me Shiver
To Know How It
Once Made Me Feel
To Be Under Their Scrutiny,
Now Gnarled And Decorated
With Brown Markings
And Atlases Of Time
Pulsing Through Blue
Roads Snake Along Those
Very Same Hands
That Made Me Once
Eager To Learn How To
Love You And
Willed Time To Slow Down,
Much Like This Train.
Lizelah Thaugally