A Train Ride
My mind shifts with passing scenery: the dips and rolls of the verdant valleys take me to a melancholy place, sad, sober with lost loves and memories, a story of a child in flight from emotions borne on clouds of chance and circumstance, artifices of clever fools.
The sun-splashed barren waves of desert sands, marking the cathartic newness of a young adult in uniform, playing the warrior on a snowy island in the Pacific – a paradox of wavering dreams and reality, caught on the sound of clacking steel wheels on rails.
The cobalt sea stretching far to an unending horizon, shrimp boats small apparitions in the young nights made for lovers and off-key strums of mariachis, for writers pecking out their five-star novels on old loopy laptops.
Dazed by it all, bound for eternity on the wings of words.
Billy Ray Chitwood – March 31, 2019
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