Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Passenger in a Womb…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 7:12 am on Wednesday, February 17, 2021

by Robert M. Katzman  © January 27, 2021

And then Reconsidered with  Nancy Alexander August 25, 2021



When occurring in

My consciousness

Traveling beyond 

The speed of light


Sheltered under greying hair


But I am only the writer 

A lingering disintegrating

Chicago Wordsmith

 Over Seventy


And then

As I realized

I am much closer

 To my 


Than my

 First gasp of air


Causing me to


How I have 


Throughout my life


We start out so secure

Passengers in a womb


Slowly, silently

Moving thru Time

Our temporary 

All enveloping pilot


Choosing our path


The invisible track we are assigned

After the explosion of Light

After the explosion of Sound

The Universe bombarding the infant

With seemingly millions of crossroads

We brim with an infinity of: 



My Father Israel 

Once told me

In his American Yiddish:

“As you grease your way

So goes the ride”

But then the Galaxy of 

Open palms

The Merry-go-Round

Of so soothing words

All paths seem…so golden


But Time coldly 

Refines choices

Time, indifferent

Slicing off options

The taller you grow

The wider you view

 Your horizons

Until the adult recognizes

At last

The World is a Wilderness


The track 

Becomes slicker

The wind racing, bracing

Our skin burnished by

Kindness, wildness, brutality

Open hands and hardened fists

We are passengers 



Climbing higher 

On the track

Our railroad 

Insecurely ascending

A single car, really 

On quivering rails

Our grasp of understanding

Has swelled 

Like the incoming tide


Our grasp of our ride

Grows ever more frail

Still we speed on 

Faster & Faster & Faster


Beginning to collapse

Awareness not a shield



 A Century ago

The wheels, the wheels 

Beginning to squeal


Our track seems 


Our vision 

Less panoramic

The sounds of the 


More remote

The Rails 

Ever narrowing

In the Distance



 Grows nearer


When our Train

Runs out of Track

When our rusted cars

Plummet over the Peak

Will the Illusion become clear?


Will we rise?

Or will we fall?

Last Sounds

Last Sights

Did we 

Ever know


Never was

Any Destination?


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Comment by Lynda Rosemark

February 17, 2021 @ 7:51 am

Love the title
Passenger in a Womb

Comment by Brad Dechter

February 17, 2021 @ 8:53 am

Great imagery. I could see the poem.
I traveled some of the rails with you and hate the thought of reaching the end of the road (or track) as inevitable as it is.
You captured my interest and thoughts.
Thanks Bob!

Comment by Herb Berman

February 17, 2021 @ 11:31 am

Very thoughtful, Bob. Thank you.

Comment by Jim Payne

February 17, 2021 @ 1:35 pm

I am carried along by your vivid imagery. What a journey you conduct.

Comment by Bernard White

February 17, 2021 @ 4:11 pm

Cousin Brother Bob, reminds me of this TS Eliot; When the train starts and the passengers are settled to fruit, periodicals and business letters. And those who saw them off have left the platform, their faces relax from grief into relief. To the sleepy rhythm of a 100 hours. Fare forward traveller. Not escaping from the past into different lives or into any future. You are not the same person who left that station or who will arrive at any Terminus, while the narrowing rails slide together behind.

I love the poem on the rails and the stream (of consciousness that flows after). I enjoyed traveling with you, winding through the narrow places by rail and stream.

Here we are. Still. Here we are, still here.

Baruch HaShem. B’ezrat Hashem. Hallelujah.

with grateful respect,


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