Friday, June 7, 2013

Trains



I will go by train
it doesn’t matter

where

the tracks will sing
the tick tack of time

passing

rivers, mountains,
small villages,
and lonely houses,
kissing the tracks
at precise distances.

I will go by train
it doesn’t matter

where

as long as it’s not here
where you know me
and I know you
and all is so common

place

we eat,
we sleep
we see the years mounting.

On these tracks,
I will go far from here,
where you are
where I am
where we share
the desire to forget

ourselves

in landscapes,
running alongside the tracks. 
I’ll wave

goodbye

I promise to write
to send a gift,
a token of the ones who left,
right or wrong
in the pursuit of happiness.