On the way to Bratislava

after the locomotive

breaks down, we sit on the tracks

so long, children and parents

role swap just for a break

from each other, one woman

with a small dog argues a case

for alighting and wins, as do

a couple of die-hard smokers,

another train passes by,

and another …

People walk the adjacent footpath

to and from. We stare through

grime streaked windows

at the novelty (us and them).

I knit and stuff a small soulful cat

only to have a small boy

eye it and me suspiciously.

Then just like that

we’re mobile again,

our collective sigh adding

to the momentum, the tracks

sparking their own life force

ahead and behind.