On a train
Late at night
It is impossible to see outside, you know
Because of the reflections in the glass.
One thing I can think of
Is to be dark yourself,
No moving pictures to confound the view.
But how to be dark?
Meet darkness with darkness?
The alternative is to disembark
And walk your homeward miles
At one with the gorgeous terror.
~First published in Pottersfield Portfolio 1982