Ty and I

I felt like Ty 

hood up, eyes
steely, I gazed
at the waves
as they waved
as they raised
as they rolled
in and out

the bitter wind

it whistled so loud

and then later
much later
on the train back

my heart
beat hard
against that hard track,

furious and troubled

in sync with the rap
that I be listening to

these guys they knew

what I'm going through

and hood up still 

I lay my head back 

and looked up at the sky 

a hundred seasons 

on this day

I strayed

to another random place
the light-

euphoric, free

empty, silent, breathe. 

fighting, breathe, fighting

always. enlightening,

the fight
sometimes 

and the snow

dances outside the dirty train window

 and grey clouds give way to blues skies
the train flits by
the church spires, countryside and rivers

and that one solitary castle 

the king is within

each Ty, that exists.