Philosopagus Seven 008

1) One bag on my shoulder, one held by the strings from my elbow, a potted tomato plant in hand.
2) I feel the weight. I use my ticket as a bookmark. Waiting for the rails to simmer.
3) The train platform leaving home seems sad.
4) Balancing on the line between what’s behind and what’s ahead. Alone I balance with my cumbersome baggage.
5) I look back and see your car pull away. To go back home. My home. And I pull away as I step onto the train.
6) Seated. My bags next to me. The weight is off.
7) The train platform. The empty seam between two worlds.