Train Trip to Horsens -Denmark

Today is simple, a bike against a brick wall.
Near Grenâ a longfish net hangs on a stump.
Forty swans glide the flooded pastures near Kolind.
At Ryomgaard, we stop for one woman with a child
and pram then float, absorb the thack thack of track
until Hornsleths where twenty school kids crowd
the car chattering words a syllable long.
Out my window, twin ponies,
three white houses, a freshly plowed field.
One hawk stands as true as a fence post.
Herning, the school kids' stop, twenty miles to sit
while silence fills the space children owned.

by Kevin Miller