Upon Departing A Station

Like a herd
of trains,
we wait to depart.

Our cargos borne.

Our cold, steel paths
– lain with sweat
and unforgettable tears –
stretch before us
– a forbearing welcome.

As engines begin to hiss,
– pistons to pump –
– wheels to spin –
I wonder where you are bound to…

As we slowly set forth,
I begin to set my mind
to past passengers
– passengers gone
not (yet) forgotten –
what happens to them?

The pace of our setting speeds
– our parting pace.

How slow it starts.

How quickly it ends.

~Caleb Skinner


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