Dream visions from the train,
three hours of anticipation
slumber in the carriage,
yet an eye opens for a signal
of a blue horizon
to draw over unsalted lands.
Hills beckon seagrass
along trails wind-curved,
my feet stir the toes
in desire of warm sand walks.
You see, comfort awaits
beyond the glass, its breath
carried from the Pacific, buffers
dunes into Sahara cousins;
footprints converge to ridges
for boats lain high upshore,
retired in distance
to African summers.
And the measure of waves
becomes impossible from this view,
except through the open vent,
where my hands feel the flow.
6 responses so far ↓
asad123 // May 12, 2008 at 4:20 pm
I like this part:
“its breath
carried from the Pacific, buffers
dunes into Sahara cousins;”
I’ve never seen the Sahara but the Pacific is lovely. I miss it.
Matt // May 12, 2008 at 5:40 pm
There’s always a fascination with the sea, thanks for commenting.
nectarfizz // May 12, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Swoon…your so added to the blogroll..
Matt // May 12, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Thanks, how do you do the Blogroll? I’m sort of new to this and not sure how to add blogs.
nectarfizz // May 13, 2008 at 9:09 pm
Go to your dashboard>manage>links>add new>
you can even name each section if you want to..(check my nectarfizz blogroll for an example)
Matt // May 14, 2008 at 12:05 pm
Thanks
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