A bouncing rhythm 

soothes my mind into exhaustion.

Frosted windows urge my fingers 

to press their tips against the stinging glass.

These distracted strangers make fellow passengers 

but today the loneliness is a comfort to me;

I wrap it around my shoulders and snuggle into

eavesdropping on accents I don’t understand,

thankful for the freedom boredom can give birth to.

My ears numb to the clanking metal,

neck warming from a wool scarf,

cheeks blushing against the winter breeze

that steals itself inside with every stop,

dry mouth and lip glossed lips,

I’m on a speeding train with a beautiful writer’s block.