train?

away, from these dim orange lights, the bruised sky?

where are you running to train?

leading everywhere,

anywhere,

anywhere but here.

migration,

south-bound geese,

luscious green,

rolling hills,

towards a dream.

the tracks twist,

wind,

into intangible mess,

journey-woven.

to clouds,

holy white mountains of vapour,

fluffing around in bright blue.