Night Train by Ruth Reno

Some happenings invite attention, and this is one of those; from as far back as laying of tracks, train robberies, mysteries on the Orient Express, tragic journeys, and contemporary travel, the history, mystery, movement, and sounds of a train to somewhere catches notice.


I hear it coming.

Its rumbling vibrates through darkness and distance.

A forlorn, ancient groaning pulls me out of near sleep.

I listen and hold the train’s resonance in rapt attention

as boxcar after boxcar clatter in hyphens of time,

following a guiding path of long-ago laid tracks,

past flickering lights and lives on the sidelines.

My desire rides the train,

until clamor fades into silence.

I remain like a detached railcar

and fall back to sleep.