The Trains I Know
The trains I know
seek solitude
in darkness,
they wear
wind and cold
with pride,
are never
lonely.
Sometimes they
sing too loud,
or mourn
harshly a
star’s fall, but
they never
deny their
purpose: to
draw between
and connect,
to witness and
serve, to bear
and endure
our unsought
burdens
to the end.
* * *
“The Trains I Know” was first published in RiverLit in 2013.
O at the Edges 
It is true, isn’t it, that after a while we get to know the trains in our life; when to listen for them, when to expect them to pass, what days they will be carrying such and such. Lovely idea, the trains you know…
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I’ve long been fascinated by trains, and even now enjoy their distant whistles, their muted stories.
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I enjoyed the way the verses look and sound like a slowly chugging train pulling into a siding at dead of night.
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I’m so pleased it resonated for you!
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Great. Trains are in my blood also, and your beautiful rythmic portrayal of their day and night connections from horizon to horizon says it all so simply
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Thanks very much. I once lived across the street from a track, and enjoyed the nightly visits (much more than my neighbors did, I think). 🙂
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Lovely. I’ve always loved trains—whether riding them in Japan growing up or watching them cross Canada and the States as an adult on road trips. Magical poem!
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I no longer see trains on a regular basis, which is a little sad.
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That would be.
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