Just Passing Through

I am not going 
to that quiet green place 
today basking in 
Highland heat with the 
ceaseless water lapping 
below ground level. 
Does she feel me passing 
miles away heading 
beyond her?   The clamour 
of the present claims me - 
bright nonsensical 
voices chattering and the 
metallic clatter of wheels, 
the rocking of the carriage, 
tell of miles been 
and yet to go - a life 
curving down the tracks 
away from her fact.
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