Flash fiction and general work not going well. So I went to Louis MacNeice for comfort. He succeeds every time.
Suspended in a moving night
The face in the reflected train
Looks at first sight as self-assured
As your own face - but look again:
Windows between you and the world
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?
- Louis MacNeice.
If you liked that, other poems to check out, apart from the obvious 'Snow', are 'Wolves'; 'The Mixer'; 'Cradle Song For Eleanor'; 'Prayer before Birth'; 'Selva Oscura'; 'Nature Notes'; ''Coda' and Part V from 'The Closing Album'