The sky begins to pale
over the black landscape
that is hidden from my eye.
The train rumbling through the countryside
doesn’t give it a second thought
and the passengers are silent
eyes closed or staring at screens.
In the passing towns, lights twinkle
and the shapes of roofs are visible.
Deserted stations lie, frost
on the platforms, doors slide open
to admit the lone traveller.
The sun rises somewhere in the distance
unseen from the train.