Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

......this piece was inspired by a sign in Gaithersburg, Md. advertising big town homes along the train tracks...you can see I quickly changed my outlook on the subject

A commuters dream,
Looming megaboxes spied
from the train.

A commuters dream,
Dozing off, then awakening
to virgin forests.

A commuters dream,
Was that a dog or a coyote
spying those Canadian geese
in ravenous rapture?

A commuters dream,
We're pulling into Germantown
as the breeze rustles through
willow trees.

A commuters dream,
A Victorian mansion sitting
lonely and lost in the deep
woods.

A commuters dream,
Knee high corn. Endless,
magical wooden realms.
Then "Dickerson!", the conductor
announces. A little picturesque
depot off the beaten path.

A commuters dream,
Passing through red rocks,
then looking at the muddy
Monocacy river 100 feet below.
I feel as if I'm suspended in air.

A commuters dream,
A lone deer standing on a
field boulder, taking it all in.

A commuters dream.

When the dreaming becomes strong enough it conjures the realities ,the poem goes deeper and deeper into the journie I am with the old ways now . I appreciate the visions .

little boxes and ticky tacky people's...

it's like a dream for sure...each mile another facet of the imagination between r.e.m. and twilight.....like rooms in the mansion perhaps....new scenery to chew on....