Skimming tracks like an
Angel skims clouds
Following flights and
The lights ahead
Transfers and trials
All resting on the rail
Weaving around the green
And away from the white
Always in reach but out of sight
Moving faster and faster
But slower within
Forced toward the future
In tune with the past
Travel by body
The most perilous,
At last.
4 September 2010
Lula Brown
