Train Window – The Forth Bridge

Scotland

Soggy stretches of silky sand, left gleamingly sodden by the tide.

A landscape of lines, simple, refined, where no boat or bump can hide.

A scrunched scatter of birds, dark against the sky, bundled together but free.

Synchronised direction, sporadic inflection, as they navigate the sea.

Cranes of colour on rust encrusted docks, wooden planks, dank heaps, lost buoys.

Building blocks and towers, mechanical powers, like scaled up children’s toys.

The sea to one’s left, the sea to one’s right, and like the edge of a wave ripping white,

The train travels through, the mirror of blue, leaving choice of which window, which sight.