January 5, 2014

Southern Train Trek

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 8:02 pm

Vast areas of marsh
land speeding by in my
vision where little
bungalows are nestled
between the pines that would
not make good Christmas trees.

Many such pines reside
here as in other points
south but they still import
Christmas trees from states
up north.

A young mom
takes care of a baby who
in her carrier is very quiet
except for occasional giggles
a young African American boy sits
next to me leaning on my shoulder
as we sleep the long night.

Every once in a while a
palmetto every once in
a while a palm
then becoming more frequent
as further south I reach.

Now the flora and
the fauna more frequent
flush and fascinating
Spanish Moss especially
spilling down like
tears of natural joy over
all that below thrives.

People on people off
journeying to the
same end some a
little further some not
so much but for moments
along the way we journey as one.




  1. amazing and vivid Miguel, I was always the one besides the window seat πŸ™‚ watching outside!

    Comment by sharmishtha basu — January 7, 2014 @ 12:05 am

    • It was a really cool trip. I think I will always enjoy trains more than flying. Everytime I’ve flown, I get off and have this weird half nauseating feeling, even if I didn’t feel it during the flight itself. Getting off the trains I felt good, not yucky πŸ™‚

      Comment by migueltio — January 9, 2014 @ 9:55 pm

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