A Train Poem by Adam Harding

I’m on a train going South
The light from above flickers with the rocking
And rolling
It illuminates the world of plastic encased in metal
Surrounding me
And there’s a buzz, and a flicker, and a buzz

I’m going through a tunnel on the train going South
Now going West
There is a darkness more so than night and I have found it
Man made it, much like this world of plastic
Encased in metal, encased in darkness

I’m crossing over a river in the train going West
Now going North
And I can see the setting sun through the glass
That separates me from fresh air, the nature world, not this
World of plastic, encased in metal,
In which I feel quite cold and alone

I’m stepping off the train going North
Now making a rest stop
I have no time to rest. I am free from the world of plastic
Encased in metal, but I still feel cold. I still feel alone