Train Windows

This is one of the "writes" from my writing group. I plan to make a little book of it with watercolor pictures at some point!

 

Train Windows

I’ve seen them from train windows

that sudden flicker of shadow over glass

your own face wavering and losing form

for a moment, a fraction of a moment

it’s that quick

 

I’ve seen them from train windows

never from a car or a bus

clunky conveyances compared

to a train

and planes fly to high

 

I’ve seen them from train windows

but never when I’m looking

they know when you’re ready for them

and stay away

surprise is the whole point

 

Surprise, with that intake of breath

and your face dissolving in the glass

and you are in the train

and outside the train

you are the train

and the clack of the tracks

your bones shifting

and the squeal of the wheels

your definitions peeling away

 

And you’ve never been more here

 

Then they’re gone

and all you can say is

I’ve seen them from train windows

 

 

©Jennifer Armstrong March 2018

 

A Poem for Peggy on her 95th

Peggy Lipschutz is one of the most amazing women I know. It's been such a privilege to be able to perform with her and to watch her grow as an artist and as a human being through all these decades. I couldn't be with her as she celebrated her 95th birthday, but this is the poem I wrote for her and had my sister read at the gathering.

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