Not so much memory Or destination or Station stagnant In a poem --what Is home but finding Our place in The journey? Moved among moving Stars, a trajectory, We become.
Kind Margie, I take the train into cities I dread trying to park in (SF), but also when I'd rather enjoy the scenery, the enigmas out the window and a cup of coffee instead of fighting traffic.
Do you know Geo. I can't recall the last time I had a train ride, or a bus ride for that matter. Just tool old which I guess is sad and yet I now know where I belong in this life....mostly at home with the man I love and who loves me. Probably my journey's end but I wouldn't have it any other way and thank you for a delightful poem containing so much insight into life.
Mimsie, so long as your wit, humor and imagination remain stable and reliable as they are, your trainride is underway. There is a strength in you and I'm not the only one who recognizes it.
I love this insight! So true!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elizabeth. In the language of nature, I suspect we are gerunds
DeleteI really enjoyed this poem, Geo.
ReplyDeleteDo you take the train often?
It's been a long time since I have been on a train but used to enjoy it ...
I like Norma's photo
Smiles ...
Kind Margie, I take the train into cities I dread trying to park in (SF), but also when I'd rather enjoy the scenery, the enigmas out the window and a cup of coffee instead of fighting traffic.
Delete"Finding our place in the journey......."
ReplyDeleteI like that.
To me it's more like find it and hang on tight. Thanks, Jon.
DeleteThanks for a lovely poetic moment and pondering.
ReplyDeleteTrains are good for such.
Most kind. It's something about the rhythm of the rails and beer and chips in the dining car that make even going home exciting.
DeleteMy home is where I am.
ReplyDeleteHome is where I am too, Emma. Glad to have you as a neighbor.
DeleteOh Geo, I love those words, "What is home but finding our place in the journey". It touched me so!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arleen. I've always felt trains have a special, perhaps magical, connection to the universe.
DeleteDo you know Geo. I can't recall the last time I had a train ride, or a bus ride for that matter. Just tool old which I guess is sad and yet I now know where I belong in this life....mostly at home with the man I love and who loves me. Probably my journey's end but I wouldn't have it any other way and thank you for a delightful poem containing so much insight into life.
ReplyDeleteMimsie, so long as your wit, humor and imagination remain stable and reliable as they are, your trainride is underway. There is a strength in you and I'm not the only one who recognizes it.
DeleteThank you Geo. Your comment so much appreciated.
DeleteKeep on moving. :)
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