Tunnels
Written on a train passing through the Alps between Italy and France
And the trees just starting to dress their leaves
In autumn shades
Hooter sounds
Black
into a tunnel
…and back
The summer sky shines down the track
Look up
To houses hIgh on mountain sides
To peaks of…
Black
Into another hole
…Then out
Cascading waterfalls appear
And on we roll
Below the cloud covered peaks
Glimpse the homes and spire of church
So distant and so small against the
Black
….…
Now blue. Another view
We’re riding high
What must we look like
to them?
Those homes in the valley
Under the cloud topped morning
As we sail above them on our sun flashed rails
October 2025