narrow road
I pull in
my shoulders
narrow road
I pull in
my shoulders
the smoothness of steel
along steel
fields flying by
rainstorm
another station
comes and goes
harbour night
the tinkle of masts
at the moorings
warm rain
still whistling out of the station
the pleasure train
dusk departure
vapour trails
between stars
take off
not wanting to sit down
these restless legs
our castle
suddenly defenceless
tide turn
rush hour fog
only the train whistle
approaching
dropping anchor
the sound of darkness
splashing