Maze - You Are Here (1) Poem by Michèle Métail

tracks, trips, rumble rimmed
in steel rails and grey, ties
continuous course of ballast
rolling and unwinding on curves
its rubbing, with muffled sound
and approaches, imminent to signal
switching, where steeled in
rails in steel branch off
traced grounded, a single stretch
in slow motion, the mechanical pull
runs out the rhythm and lower
slowly to its destination, screeches
at the town's curtain, scenery
edges, sliding signals
that display, icons around
words, stamped archives
wherever, from an ordinary place
without any distinctions, except
waiting, at the stop announcing
moment, glimpses, that, unique
known name indicating the trip
when this way it ends and begins
produced from the distance
geographical space, exile
by graph, x-axis, position
placed on platform, arrival station