Journey Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

yesterday felt like years ago
as I return to a stranger
looking forward to tomorrow.

watching day turn to night
and back again
from a window seat
cuddling Fordors in last wishes...
it approaches ironic
how departure
looks to re-tie knots
in a 'less is more' scenario,
albeit, for a measured time.

the rhythmic clatter of wheels
against hollow floors
lends this solemn mood
a drum beating
bring out your dead in
tin against tin.

and the earth rushes by.