Another View From A Train

From the train
Mild light through gums
Spokes against the glass,
The mellow sway across the plain,
Then, through serious stones,
A figure, bending by cut grass,
Tiny pots of flowers arrayed,
Colours massed near epitaphs.
Just a blur, the long
Straight lines -
A hall of tiles and grid
And hemmed-in creeks,
The very roofs and sky combine
Into a dreamy nothingness,
A place to be, for amid
The utter ceaselessness,
Is found,

Crippled and uncurling,

Though unwittingly bound,
Something like peace.