A Transitional Train

		What a sense of living? How to change the pattern? All world's moving nowadays for worse or better. 'Just wanna this beach NOW!' it feels...it sounds...how? Memory brings old times' vacations, trips... Traveling train uploading passengers, platform's crowded, my mom - the proud one, loud applause, first time I'm on the trip alone. A conductor announces: the train departs, greeters, please, leave the cars... I'm waving goodbye to the inner child of mine, that granted time, lovely, forgotten... Tight coupe, calming tea in the glass with coasters, strangers become closer, sharing the toasts, the talk and good luck, playing the cards... Taking the nap under the lullaby: steady soft rhythm orchestral wheels... crossing the border security cry during the night: 'stand up where you are' - and back to the dream... sleep till darkness, swallowed by dawn, burning sparks imprinted in glass picture of window frame in transitional traveling train...