On The Write Path

More than one destination

More than one destination

Incense burns at the temple; fragrances waft through this train. We're all on a journey.

The sea has many paths; the mountains hide them. Here along the shore we head west on the level. I sit in the last seat in the rear; but, we'll all get there together. The sway and rumble lulls us to sleep. I needn't worry. My destination? The end of the line. But not of life. We witness one small chapter dappled by poles, trees, and passing trains.

On this calm Spring day there is more than one destination. We all have our own book to write.

© Kåre Enga 25.march.2015.

Note: Edited from a postcard to Elle Shroder. Okayama-Beppu, Japan. 25.march.2015

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