Travel

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride
–
ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

patiently waiting-
at the terminal rain sheets
down tinted windows
–
autumn evening-
once again
I’m alone

waiting for the train
I stand on the platform near
the other pigeons
–
misty morning-
migrating geese
return to the sky

rumbling through the dark
long trains roll westbound under
thunder and lightning
–
drying hay-
the countryside
glides past

The short light of dawn
Illuminating strangers
Waiting for the train