I seat myself in the dry grass
and feel for vibrations.

As the train passes by
my pyjamas wave with me;
a baggy greeting
for smiling passengers.

The tracks rattle and
I soak in sunshine and
memorise colours: green
and blue, white and brown.
Everything. My painted life.

I trail my hands in rich soil
and imagine the smoothness
of train poles;
the wobbly steadiness.

In my mind I choose the music
and no one's crying yet.