from the train

Blue skies shine
over a field of deer.
i watch from my window
not there,
not yet here.
mountains roll past
in a blur of green
i watch from my window,
the ever changing scene
the tallest of trees
cast their shadows
as i watch form my window.
lambs jump and frolic
as their elders look on,
they pay no mind
to the rumbling train
as if this is a common place thing.
i watch from my window
as the world passes me by.