In these hours spent
moulded to a worn seat
speeding towards your destination
time stands still.
Sharing dry air
with cold-eyed dreamers,
iPod cyborgs suffused in sound.
The mind inverts to
rolling hills and misty valleys
glowing gold in the sunrise.
Succumbing,
I struggle to grasp your arrival
as it hurtles into reality,
reversing the hourglass.
