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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