I took a train to see the world.
Each station brought me something new:
An angle never seen before,
A chance of colour, shape and sound.
I don’t suppose you saw me go:
Just couldn’t see the world like that,
Just couldn’t see the grey old dust
As tracks which led to somewhere grand.
I took the train and saw the sky.
You’d never know the blue I saw.
A destination never holds
The freedom of a wandering heart.
I don’t suppose you missed me much:
For after all, to you I’m dust.
Journal Entry – November(?) 1998
I broke my journey today. Not because of any whim, simply that the train we were on was late, and I figured I might be able to catch a faster one from Bradford.
People seemed lost, or panicked. I hadn’t seen them like this before, and I wondered what would happen if the trains just stopped for good. how would they cope? For that matter how would I cope? There seemed to be some kind of togetherness breaking out, but it was kind of with a sense of irony…
…I don’t believe this is only a matter of months since all that happened, and nothing yet seems to have settled…
Photography by Cheryl Garner (2013)
Poetry by thecheesewolf (2013)
Train Journal by Gavin Jones (1998)