On the train

On the train
You are both active and passive.

Depending on perspective
It’s either you or the view which passes.

There’s nothing
For you to do but sit back and relax

As you move through and out of the towns 
Teeming with all of their masses.

Then it’s on to the fields
Where from the relative safety of the carriage

Things appear to be
(Possibly deceptively) more tranquil and more placid

And at the centre you move
While somehow also remaining quite static

Because on the train you exist on two different planes
Where you can be both active and passive.

Hannah Going
June 2025