Conductors on Their Trains of Thoughts

Ticketless, no luggage clutched,
our stations reached: two trains depart,
billowed steam occluding why,
conducting insights to descry
such destinations yet to hail.

Our locomotive minds on track,
accelerating, bringing back
every tendered memory
turned heap of coal igniting sprees
beyond these metalled energies.

When passengers, we waited, hoped
for terminus before nightfall,
but detours, stops, delays distract
from all the progress we had made
once we watched the sunlight fade.

The bridges? Out, but we blaze on,
as if inertia married gaps
and lacking track holds no concern
when engines sternly purposed burn
in love's express, past no return.

Conductors on Their Trains of Thoughts © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 31, 2019