Train Haiku

Through tunnels toward
Firenze, secretive hills
keep us in the dark

Speed is hard to judge;
soon the sudden homes and fields,
the green Tuscan hills

Everyone busies
themselves reading, working through
puzzles, daydreaming

Thursday afternoon
in Italy, and I will
not see this again

And the sight has changed
already in the seeing,
branches, wind, glass-slick

The unfrozen scene,
the unseeable roots kept
dark under the light,

We are past, past, past
as we move past other eyes
hanging clothes to dry

Birds, seeds, grass, fence posts,
dirt, rock, clay-clad roofs, clouds, an
opaque sheet of sky

(Depart Venezia Santa Lucia: 11:35am, Trenitalia Frecciarossa 9425
Arr. Roma Termini: 3:20pm)

MB 6/7/2018

Through tunnels toward
Firenze, secretive hills
keep us in the dark