The bunk beds in a sleeping car provides a frugal comfort as I travel on. The rocking of the train and rhythm soon synchronize with my gentle heartbeat, and I drift into dreams taking me even further away. The sudden stop as we reach an unknown town wakes me, and I feel an uneasiness being briefly connected with morning rush as new passengers infect me with their stress. But as soon as the train starts moving again I fall asleep.
Hurried steps of earlier tardiness syncopate dawn disharmonies
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My series of haibun brought me further into a railway trip. Sleeping onboard a train is a special experience. Waking up as the train is standing still early in the morning suddenly connect you with the outside world at irregular intervals.
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Really nice balance between the stress of appearing passengers and peacefulness of dreams. And the train keeps moving… 🙂
Masterful as always, Björn!
Sleeping on a train to me is absolutely peaceful. 🙂
I’ve never slept on a train. I’ve done so on a bus, though. I imagine a sleeping berth on a train would be much more pleasant!
ah i am a bit envious…i would love to travel by train again…it is such a joy…the gentle rhythm of the rails…mmm hmmm….
Sleeping on the train feels like the cradle in which I once slept as I was a baby … that’s why I love travelling with the train. (I have to … because I don’t have a drivers licence ) I like your story Bjorn …
A new-passenger infection! Is there a treatment for it? Oh, yes, the gentle swaying of the train coach, lulling one back to sleep.
Kirov in the Cup
Great one line haiku ~ ‘syncopate dawn disharmonies’ ~ how true ~ xxx
Bjorn, your double theme of inner/outer journey is growing with each of your haibun. I feel that this journey is special. Your American sentences in haibun can be claimed as your art form, ever since that first one, but this American sentence was extraordinary.
The music of your American sentence is beautiful in its harshness.
Cheers!
JzB