Gathering the Distance

Gathering the Distance

On a train
lone whistling through
lightflash stations
no one out here knows
where the tracks are heading.

At a desolate platform
clutching the first-class ticket
paid for with jumbled years
in a rocking pressure cooker
a withered boarding pass
shows no readable destination.

A window seat
someone must have slipped the conductor a five
asked him to hold it
for a passenger boarding at the next station.

Photo by Bruce Dorris

Photo by Bruce Dorris

Timetable plots the stops
in careful order
never planning for
unexpected switches
endless tunnels
curves with no view.

I ride now
stretched in comfort beside window blue
we pass in the night
hands that once touched
lifted in a gesture of common distance.

I am on a train
lone whistling through
lightflash stations
riding the tracks
trusting the rhythm beneath me
finding meaning in movement.

 

Copyright © 1991 by Laura Wasson Warfel