I was sitting
bare kneed
by the tracks
So many trains
had passed
Dining cars
bulging
with revelers
Glasses clinking
with happy returns
I was sitting
my face buried
in a book
Listening
to every word
So many trains
had passed
I was lying
in bed
lost
in the sound
of rain
Listening
for the train
Tunneling
to unknown
regions
And I wonder
Will I ride
this time?