Technology Interrupted by Nature: Speeding from Paris
Once again I am on a fast moving train.
This time cutting through a green English countryside,
so early in the morning that dogs
and sheep and cattle
have yet to be set loose for the day.
The sun is up, but barely,
just enough to illuminate the mists,
as they begin to lift the night’s white blanket
from these meadows and woods,
probably filled with hazel and oak.
Mists have always done this housekeeping chore,
the pulling back the covers
awakening the grass with a wet slap,
even before fast moving trains
and powerlines invaded the paddock.
Mists did this refreshing the wild and the not so wild
long before flocks were herded by dogs,
long before technology
or ancient creatures crawled
through these hills.
WIFI?
( on the EuroStar 2019)
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Upon the high-speed train I take no chance of losing my words.
I scribble notes with blunted pencil lead on a pocket-size Moleskin.
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