more about trains
For those of us not in a business related to trains, they represent an American romance of the great middle of our country. Like the arteries of our rivers they carried our people away into new adventures and commerce. Passengers on night trains might be transported comfortably across miles and time zones. Trains, on tracks and on time, are as regular as the rounds of night and day. To a child they might seem larger than life, stretching back out of sight.
There’s a night train idling for us, and ready
to ride and rackle away over rickety tracks
through the grown-over green of our days.
The train’s always on time, click-clacking
as a band serves blue glitter notes on the air.
First light is a clerk punching tickets for home.
We arrive in the howls–cockadoos, howdyadoos–
of everything opening, glistening and yawning
out of the sweetened black maw of the night.