Trai_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_s

Poetics – Trai_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_s

It was a steam train
Sweet steam scents hustled round the carriages in the early evening light

Inside
The stiff pews vinyled in deep greens or matt black
Waited for patience to deal with them on the long journey

Our long journey was from Sydney and west to the Blue Mountains
To the gateway of the Blue Mountains
Springwood

I don't remember much about the journey
(I was just a very young child)
But the swaying motion gave me
A fickle calmness
A peace
I hadn't felt in days

Finally
We reached a station that loomed
With blaring lights
From the dark of darkness

Light flashed across my mother's face
It was marbled
Cold

Her hat
Her black
Sweeping hat
Crushed all sense
That this was my mother
Taking me on some adventure

There was just the feeling
That we were boxed here
Carted to an Auntie's home
(An auntie I had never met)

And somehow
This Auntie would
Soothe some balm
And somehow
The recent death of my father
Would be
All right