j'étais en train

J’étais en train

{I was in the middle of}

I was in a train of thought

Interrupted by speeding light

Flickers and flashes

Mascara eye lashes

Wiped down each evening

As dreams take flight into the even darker night

About to become reality

I was en train de faire quelque chose

Très grand

I was about to

But didn’t

Self preservation and lack of confidence

A grounding of truth

Her middle name Ruth

About and out, things like this

Grown around dry bones

Secret gardens

White wine in plastic cups

Peanuts in our presence

Possibly and potentially the peanut gallery

Listening to our wise and wobbly words

Darling the possibilities are endless

So many fashionable things to lifestyle

We are hidden dream worlds

Legumes and dessert

Flowers are friends

Our futures are free range

We flow across the darkness

Words without want

Caught in the reverie of la vie

J’etais en train

I was on a train.

***poem written on the TGV (très grand vitesse) train from the South of France to Paris. The phrase  «j'étais en train de faire quelque chose» means "I was about to do something". My friend Stephanie and I bought a tiny bottle of white wine and ate leftover peanuts for dinner while zipping through the French countryside. Transitioning in and out of travel, work and rest. The city welcomes us back with bustling crowds and our hearts continue on living.