What I missed

It was so hard to stop, to get off and out of my body, that relentlessly carried me to different places, with an unstoppable urgency, to another destination, another calling.

While journeying, there was a strong desire to look more out of the window of life; to fix myself on sheep, cows and hares; there, just over there.

Yet the system rolled on, it just couldn’t stop, or wouldn’t, because there was something greater than now, wasn’t there, just over the brow, just concealed beyond the bending trees.

When was I to arrive? Impatience gathered and knotted my soul and hid where I was at this moment.

Clocks, watches, ticks and chimes – they all were the blinds at my side, shutting out the racing land, the nature that sped, but really had its own rhythm, one where the grass grew at its own pace, hand in hand with rain and sun.

I knew all this, though it wasn’t enough. My next place, that would simply propel me to another, was close now, as I could feel the anxiety melting. I would soon be there.

On arrival no one was there, not even myself. Except there just stood a train about to depart, about to carry me away from here, finally.