Night train to Jaisalmer
Trip Start
Jan 22, 2010
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14
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Trip End
Feb 14, 2010
Moon broad
but imperfect
rides beside the train,
beside we passengers
that are part of this dark
movement across the desert.
Small stations pass,
a single lamp shining
for the silent players
upon their stage.
We are our own herald.
All the noise --
the bickering of wheels,
the deep throat of our
passage --
announces our presence.
When the train slows and becomes still,
when the shake and weave
that has rocked us into oblivion
subsides,
then our human forms
coalesce.
The breaths and snores
speak in chorus
passing between parted lips
the spent oxygen and spice
of our recumbent souls.
but imperfect
rides beside the train,
beside we passengers
that are part of this dark
movement across the desert.
Small stations pass,
a single lamp shining
for the silent players
upon their stage.
We are our own herald.
All the noise --
the bickering of wheels,
the deep throat of our
passage --
announces our presence.
When the train slows and becomes still,
when the shake and weave
that has rocked us into oblivion
subsides,
then our human forms
coalesce.
The breaths and snores
speak in chorus
passing between parted lips
the spent oxygen and spice
of our recumbent souls.


