the train

grey blue sky kind of day,
where nothing seems clear.
I fall asleep to the sweet voice singing

where the lyrics blend

like the graphite on paper

and the soundless waves

spread out onto my head

endless like the sea

I awake suddenly

eyes wide open

I am surrounded by my dream

the sea around me

a song on repeat

and everything for once

makes sense.

Vija Clemins, "Untitled (the Ocean)"

trying to capture a moment, a feeling, the things I was seeing. If you've every taken the train from San Francisco to Sacramento, maybe you know the beauty.