Alexis Ivy, "Traveling Alone"

Night is all I've had of France

so far, a fast paced, a picture

show of two-minute towns

the train doesn't stop for.

All shutters shut. Emptiness

against my open curtains.

Narbonne shows me its legroom,

speaks in whispers

I'm run down! I'm run down!

Toulouse so quick in the quiet--

no time to write my name on

the feeling. This train has a plan,

it's on track, so industrious.

At the crossing railway

bolts surrender to beauty.

Not postcard to send of this.

Let the train move me

in directions unmediated

as the map of me sleeps.

Every time I have aplan

I let it go out the window.

Photo: Daniel Aniszewski, Picspree.