The Journey

The train swaying gently
Lulls like the womb 
that rocked me to sleep
Way back in the deep

Before I could speak

The carriage takes me 
Further than I have ever been
Under a changing sky
The journey rushing by

There is a sound pulsing like a heart 
And there is a rattling
As if something is coming apart
And there is a shaking and a stuttering and a muttering

The sky is darkening
We are nearing our destination
Approaching the station

I alight