The world outside the train windows
A quick glimpse,
here and then gone again
Is this how all the world is?
Caught in a moment of our mind’s eye
Never really here nor there
To stop and look at the beauty of the world
Would leave us caught in its majesty
No time to check the clock
When there is an oak tree, the full moon, a coyote’s howl, a stranger smiling as they dance
To hold us
Is that why we don’t stop
Because we dare not be immobile for too long?
After all, the next stop on the train is ours.