Reflections on a Train

Staring at a zoetrope

Of scenery,

Am I passing it

Or is it passing me?

Raindrop refraction

Or a pointillist landscape

Of bare bones of trees?

Murky greys and greens


Into a single blur

And the metronome

Of train

And rain

Melds me to its rhythm

Until all I see

Is a reflection of me.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016