when i travel
on a train
i feel the movement
as a fuzz
on the pressured parts
of my body
that sit apart
from eyes
lost in the mix
of town
and countryside

the fuzz
like a bearded coat
combs and tails me
moves on
as one with me
and when the train stops
i think on
how bold
a stationary moment
can feel
in this
last wait
before
home