liminality

that train sounding in the night
rushing speeding steady
going determined places
at indeterminate speeds
driven by gears and settings
conductors merely passengers
brakes in working order
or so one hopes
I've forgotten where the lever is
passing, passing, passing
cars and boxes and tanks
romantic hobo dreams forgotten
in the evanescent now
simply riding ever onward
sometimes quickly maybe slowly
the moments never ceasing
clicking rhythmically along
jumping tracks never my issue
finding stations there's the rub
that train keeps running forward
steady as the night
I know not where it's headed
but I'm carried for the journey