[another in the trip west series]
I should write this now:
now, while the train is stopped
here in Sioux Lookout
while the parka’s passengers
take a break on the platform
while the motion minimizes
and my own tremors
are the only inhibitions
to legibility.
A tiny brunette in black slacks
lounges nearby at a
newspaper covered table
her small thermos of coffee
ignores as she
scours the new for news.
Outside bundled passengers
waddle like
desultory penguins
in this northern Antartica
sunny
hissing
cold
air.
