My life on track
My early life relied so much on trains,
to catch just one to write about’s a problem!
Too many have been subject to delays
or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:
the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;
my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;
a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;
I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…
But overall I look on trains with love:
my eco-conscience cleansed, not stuck in jams
(what sort of masochist would rather drive?),
and when I’ve found my seat at last, I can
just settle back, enjoy the scenery, and
feel sure I’ll get to somewhere in the end.