tracks…
Wanna know what soothes me? Trains.
Our home sits one street east of the rails
that guide the cars that carry the coal
that heats the cockles of head and heart.
One evening the count was seven either
coming or going before I finally called it
a night. Such iron horses are to me as
the will of God, they neither slumber nor
do they sleep. These days the enlightened
either deny the divine or at best hold he
doesn’t give a damn about the demitasse
crises within our walls. As for me I am
content to remain endarkened, a fool who
lives down by the tracks simply calmed by
head and ditch lights rollin’ round the bend
like clockwork to illumine, yes, but also to
warm. I believe in trains.
This reminds me of an old Rich Mullins song, John. I like this one a lot.