My Picture

Uncertainty,
trotting timid minds out
in a closed space.

A pale gray train appears
stirred empty on the silent outskirts,
proclaiming a second coming.

His life, a kind of a freeze frame
a non-thinking matter.
Smothering the earth with a fast silver-whitewash

Not too unpleasant, these days.
The beauty and fun of it all,
a quick free trip with no return.