On The Train

We are all on the train.
In the carriage,
hermetically sealed
from rain or shine.
There’s she remembering
that long lost love affair.
A man interrogating
a boy he doesn’t know.
His young captive is an engineer.
He throws in fuzzy logic,
hoping for some connectivity.
And there’s the old lady.
The cold lady, who moves from
seat to seat.
And me, moving at one hundred MPH.
Reading and reflecting.
Thinking between stops.