Inertia

I went travelling in my head last night. I was in crowded buses, empty trains, standing in the door as the wind whooshed past. Think I was going someplace in Madhya Pradesh. It was always night when I was in motion. I saw strange spangled trees with no leaves, but just these long, stringy seedpods. I slept during the day, I never remember where I slept in the mornings, but nights were always for movement. All I saw of all these places was a blurred landscape escaping from view, like it was hiding.

My body is still tuned to the motion of my Madhya Rail times.