Questions which arise whilst on a train

Am I sat still whist the world flies by me?

Why don't the clouds move -  everything else seems to be?

Are the clouds are just tears in a blue canvas?

Why is the track side going by faster than the distant hill tops?

Why is that child happy whilst the people having to stand seem so miserable?

Are we in a race with those cars?

Do the sun's rays want to be turned into electricity?

Is the right side of the train going faster than the left?

Do the arms of those pylons ever get tired?

Do those cows ever get tired of eating grass?

And why am I tired having been sat down for only an hour?

How new are all those 'new' cars?

How do seagulls hang in the sky?

And I wonder who lives in that big house?

...are we there yet?

(Haiku)

Squashed in on a train -

sardines would complain! Can I

hold onto this fart?

(Tanka) Sand

A handful of sand 

found in a shoe doesn't make 

a beach, but it might

resurrect lost memories 

of childhood visits to one!

(Tanka) Leaf-blowers

How is it that we 

exist, on a lump of rock, 

the perfect distance 

from a nice warm sun, yet we

go and invent leaf-blowers?

Plans

Is your head full of plans?

My head is always full of plans!

Plans to do the washing,

write poems,

and "where the hell are the delivery men?"

Stuff like that!

They spin around like the clothes in my new tumble dryer.

I'm very excited about my new tumble dryer!

One plan somehow clambers to the top of the pile,

and grabs my attention 

so I start down the road, 

of following that particular plan

and I forget all those other plans,

those that were previously tumbling around my head.

So what happend to all those other plans,

the ones that were previously,

filling my head,

the ones I forgot,

like - your plans to do the washing,

write poems,

and "where the hell are the delivery men?"

You become engrossed, following that one particular plan,

it was something you hadn't previously planned for,

and you forgot all the others - for now anyway,

until the tumble dryer in your head starts up again,

and another plan somehow clambers to the top of the pile,

and off we go again!

Oh why must life be so complicated?!

I didn't climb

A wiseman can sometimes play the fool.

Although we've put men on the moon - 1969 was a long time ago!

I keep it in my head,

and for this reason

I've had to descend a mountain 

I didn't climb.