Wednesday, August 6, 2008


Remembering the capital cities
was a great excitement in school
I wondered when I would go
to all those places
There are just too many.

While I press my chin
against the window
The stations rush past
and the destinations recede fast.

There is one final dead end
Where the train stops
and there
everything is emptied.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

Now that is what I love about the way you write, like it was nothing at all, a plain story, and then somewhere you leave a trap, perfect to hold a careless foot that was wandering. This write justifies the title of your blog. Stations recede,And the luggage, feels so heavy, or is there a relief in the end, very end?