I’ve always liked railroad tracks;
they’re kind of a bridge between worlds.
They’re romantic–nobody really uses them any more.
Like how a rainbow is a bridge
between this world and the sky
but you almost never see where it begins and ends.
I live in New England which means everywhere I look I see trees
except for three places:
the miles and miles of cleared out space where the powerlines run,
the disappearing vertigo ends of the railroad tracks,
and the ocean.
Those are the only places
I really see the horizon.
Images and words © Jenna Pope 2018