Taking the train home backwards
River runs smooth beside me
Endless wall of rock towers above
Branches hang low, slick with mornings scattered showers
The end of my tea is a sugary sludge
Flipping through the pages of a book
Scribbling and scratching at my papers
Tired of sitting still
Marveling at the machinery I'm surrounded in
Engines start and stop with loud gasps
A baby cries, an old man mumbles, a woman talks nervously into her mobile
I am not interested
I am consumed by the thought of leaping out those heavy train doors and making my escape into the wilderness
Taking my leave of routine
Putting in my two week disappearance notice
I want to run along side this train
feel the rocks
smell the air
bathe in sunlight
return to the trees roots.
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