Prose I wrote free flowing as I rode home on the first train ride of my life (Pacific Surflainer- Amtrack) after sending my sister off to the Persian Gulf for the second time in a year. (Navy):
This may have some errors this is the rough free flow draft re-typed. I could not figure out some of the words so please excuse the crappiness. Please send me any comments or suggestions.

Night time - heading north on the train.

Continuous, silent rocky swaying
Charges past the unfamiliar landscape
Strangely familiar through the lives of others
It rolls on by.
Past the lives of strangers we may never know
Lives just as spectacular, delicate or dull as our own
It rolls on by and stops
Only to gather and discharge strangers
of the connected web of similar discontinuous lives
Our large worl we make it so small trapped in our web
Restricted viewpoints granted limited access
to strangers rolling though able to pear through translucent mirror
Darkness of night masks like a dream the self reflected scenery
Two hemispheres split in two reavealing what the other cannot
we zip on through unphased and unphasing
transported, can we collect lessons of the lives we pass through voyeristically?
What lessons would be available?
Similar travelers?? zip by more alien than it scremlines??
What have they gathered?
Vocal Vibrations fill our ears, normal phenomenon
enacted in an unfamiliar frame. Shall our transaction of words crash and collide and get losed?? with our unwehitting hosts? Shall we be taken to a new level of understanding and transcendence?
When shall the journey end?
How shall the whirlwinds of our travels be disperced when our destination is reached and we are expelled ore exchanged as cargo?