Images of a train and its passengers at night light up the imagination -- how is it that people who are all seemingly on the same trajectory can be moving in such different directions? More considerations of the art and poetry of night at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Long slow rightness
Sometimes it is hard
just to stand so patiently by
and wait as evening turns
its grimmer shades
and then puts on a fairer face
and livens into night --
how do I know what will come
around the nearest bend,
or what these day-bright lights
can render in the misbegotten
hollow space they will leave behind,
as sure they will in their slow
forsaken trajectories?
They discover me out
only for a fraction of a frame,
but it is long enough --
I am pinioned
in their rightness,
stand up straighter,
eyes to the line.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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