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.