In Transit
The train hurries past
sheep far too content to look
up—autumn field, farewell.
Dear voyager, cast
aside your brand new guide book—
see there, a castle!
On a bare platform,
girl hands apple to boy: to
take or not to take.
Prayer finds its form
in churches, or in haiku—
approaching Berwick.
Seagulls, foam, legless
sheep of sun-bleached clouds say white
again and again.
Starlings/bright glass
pane: by the logic of light—
no separation.
Alessandra Trinidad has moved from Manila to New York City to Aberdeen. Her work has appeared in such publications as Gutter, tongues of the ocean, and Northwords Now.