train to hezele - greeting the sheep

i am on the way to see the sheep. and its minders, on a farm 40 minute train ride from brussels south. the window moves past showing large fields of green small squat tight houses sometimes alone. cows lie upon eachother and separate. this land was the one we should have walked in. the area looks like a place we may have traversed without so much urbanity. now is, travelling south towards the true farm, the only one that means anything me now at least. to my right sits two african french, loudly and excitedly yakking about what sounds like familial problematics, trials, hilarities of their community, lives or businesses; for all i know though they may be working out a film plot or discussing the vagaries of coffee and the overuse of construction in the modern age. i have decided to think of them as flightless birds.
i stop at a station, fairly bare with a crane in the distance, red train in the foreground. a pregnant white girl with red flowers and black boyfriend stands up to walk thru carriage doors, like the rest of the train carrriage they have changed positions maybe to avoid listening to the loud calls of the flightless birds who can be heard throughout the train - all except a family of 4 remain, kids can drown out any mouth around. i have the call to prayer of imam arafi playing in my ears, i listen to it because it's calming and feels most mysterious to me, as i have no idea what the guy's singing about. i also like the fact he is pakistani singing this is texas - i imagine him on a plain surrounded by cowboys circling, shooting their guns off trying to get closer in, but the call, the song, the love permeating in the words act as a soft invisible shield to the white winged gallop approaching.. i think that'd make a good advertisement for arabic television - selling what i don’t know, maybe peace.
haaltert- man in white shirt over loose brown trousers - pulled in chin like a jockey on holiday.

they're well dressed and philosophically in stance these flightless bird men. i like their attitude, one has much more to say with his right finger than the other who listens, obviously thinking more than the other allows him to say - so is the world over thus dynamic -they've known each other for a long time methinks. there was a black sheep in a field just then scoffing up the grass with only one other sheep - white together in the green.
i feel strange. but appropriate. this is bound to take me somewhere. this sit.