Green pastures. Lengths of decaying wooden fence. A lone bird, sitting in the field. These pass outside, framed by the train’s window in a way that makes it resemble a film strip. Still, yet in motion. Almost like time, in a way.

I am just a girl

Who sees the weight of the world

& wonders if there is something she can add

To make the dazzle of the sun’s reflection a little brighter.