While taking the high-speed train from the Loire Valley back to Paris earlier this week, I spat out a little poem. Enjoy.
300 kilometers per hour
So fucking fast
Eyes can focus only on the far horizon
I breathe slowly, slower
Tomorrow the pace accelerates all the more
Thousands of miles in a matter of hours
To help me anticipate
The rush of home
Life: Sped up
Will I submit again to it's frantic pace?
Or laugh at the folly of squinting,
Attempting to focus on the blurring trees in spring?