A picture in every direction

Up the uneven stone steps, above the valley
The sound of the train approaches, then slows

The brakes squeal on the tracks, then release:

It’s the sound of a sabre that cleaves the valley,
the sound of ancient times
and far-away stops

The dark of the valley slowly comes to light:
the Germans are stirring in their kitchens,
the clock tolls the marking of time,
the Romans taught them this:

It is all covered in moss,
the stone is held intact,
the valley opens to the sky.



Categories: MöbiusTrip, poetry, travel

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