Trains

I must
Tear off these sedentary bindings,
My modern, upright chains.

I cannot forget
This
Instinctual craving
For fluidity,
Movement.

My heart remains,
Unchanged by
Evolution or civilization,
Governed by nomadic tendencies.

Deeply I yearn
For unfamiliarity,
Cultures I have never touched,
Peoples I have never known.

I do not need
A home.
A symptom of a modern world
How unnecessary,
irrelevant.

With this in mind,
I board the train.
Hand slightly trembling
As it waves goodbye
To the known.

I sit alone,
My breath fogging up a tinted window
Obscuring my view
Of the outside world.