Terza Rima for a Train Journey

For a brief moment the tunnel emerged into light,
And suddenly we were high above the ground
Among sheer faces of rock, and all was height, and height.

There was not time to take in what we found
Before again we were between dark walls,
The echo of the trundling wheels the only sound.

Yet even as my memory of the journey palls
That briefest moment is the one that calls, and calls.

22/03/08