Journey

 
 
 He rides a train
 through slow flat land:
 nothing to see 
 but horizon,
  
 wanders clumps of yellowed grass
 and sand,
 and sets a wounded beetle 
 on a stone.
  
 With awkward clattering
 a lone jackdaw
 alights
 and takes its unexpected prey.
  
 Sometimes he waits all week 
 for a metaphor,
 then two – or more – 
 turn up in a day. 


Published Sept 2019 by Ink, Sweat & Tears