A moment of grace

It was that long, so long, journey

Stopping and starting –

The journey from Cambridge

Across the flat plains of Lincolnshire

The endless plains of Lincolnshire.


Too tired to read

I stared at flat lands

Held by a half globe of cloudy skies

Until, as I looked

At some green meadows by a winding river

There was a white

Perfectly white, horse, careering

Galloping, as if keeping time with the train

That slow train.


A moment, and we’d left her behind

As we jolted along towards our final stop.