There’s internet now
on the trains, you know.
Internet, actually on the trains.
“Wi-fi”, I’m told. “it’s great!”
But it will never be the best part of the ride.
Not for me. I love the train windows.
There’s always alot on my mind still.
That hasn’t changed; since the old days.
“Remember when I used to buy magazines and snacks
to pass the time on longer journeys?”
As if I needed distracting. Ha ha.
I wasn’t always naturally free
and sadly had to fight for it,
in a way that no one should ever have to; I think.
Especially at a young age: in so many ways a struggle for me.
And even though singing usually helped,
of course I’d still rather forget! But not the train windows.
So instead of remembering, I enjoy watching whatever is going on outdoors.
The great outdoors. I love the outdoors.
Wild and free. The view from train windows.
I loved the train windows.
I loved the scenery on buses too. Sometimes even lovelier.
And the fields. The sky. All the colours.
I bought a return to Stamford and home. Was nice.
The fresh air was more than needed
as I sat on The Meadows by myself.
Just for my health. Just for me. Peaceful.
After too much housework, I loved the clean breeze.
Ahhh. Breathe in. And out. And again. And again.
At last. I’m free. Tranquil. Sweet.
And I realised then, once more,
that no one can reserve freedom for themselves.
“That’s not for you!” My mum had said.
But who can decide who shouldn’t be free?
“Not me, Sir. I don’t understand. Please ask someone else.”
But I did understand. Even then.
We have to make the most of the landscapes we see.
And so did the little girl
who sat there alone, looking out of train windows.
The most vulnerable child. Once upon a time….
who always made the most of train windows.
And long and difficult journeys alone. Not completely alone though.
An escape. To anywhere please!
Thank you.
But after being sentenced
she accidently said goodbye to the girl;
who loved looking out of train windows.
Wild and free and even fun, sometimes.
With a love for the peaceful outdoors.
The great outdoors. A place of safety.
No one will hurt me here. Outdoors – no one can.
But it was long enough behind bars
to lose the child
who loved looking out of train windows.
I kept mine open in my cell the whole time
bit it wasn’t the same
with bars on it.
INSTANT NOODLES 