still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

June 15, 2014

i thought you were clever. apparently only black and white is visible to you.
well then... do please take notice of my stripes!

there are many planes of brightness and just as many streaks of absent light.
we are like zebras! my stripes are unlike yours but lack nothing.
see into my mind, and there is color!