the train

that magic time
when late at night
falls asleep
and early morning
starts to stir
a train rumbles
through every town
everywhere at once
singing the same song

telling you it is
time to move on
telling you
that whatever has
you trapped in this town
is not as important
as listening to
the whistle and
climbing aboard

like the sun
in the morning
and the moon
at night
the sound is
constant
until you finally
hear that whistle
calling you

and then you know
not only is it time to
ride
you know the destination
and the journey
are only important
when you realize
that it is time to go