Laila Haidarali

for eight months, i shifted
swayed in weekly motion
left union station
expectant & wondrous
entered kingston
still stretching away
the slumber of deep morning—
the train knocking its rhythmic time
upon my restful cheek

(i am happiest when moving) . . . 

Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 1. Purchase the book to read the full piece.