Training
out again
the olive gold the striped fine stone
pass by
again
wattle down one side
water decked with oysters
frilled
a skirt along the girth
fine water
way home - way down
so known and each time new
a revelation
bursting out of bluffs
the river
wide and bridged by trestles making
box noise
regular percussion
in the ears
tells me say now
that city’s drawing near
time to pass that
through -
all life this one thread
- me the needle
stitching cloth
I really like that image at the end where you think of passitng the thread through the needle but the needle is passed through the cloth
ReplyDeletethe repetition of stitching and being stitched into your life, using the train's movement is just wonderful, Kerri. I know this feeling.
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