Towards Alexandria:

The Rail Road Haiku

I.

You, astride, above

I, slinking, silent, beneath.

A moment in love.

II.

Rain in the temple.

The hard luck of being foreign,

Running far away.

III.

Elaborate clouds

Shroud the sleeping city scape

From prying eyes.

IV.

“Tickets, please. Tickets.”

The conductor shouts at me.

Alas, I have none.

V.

Floods in the ravine--

Water of life come to me.

Wash these sins away.