Sweet Trains

Happened again

While we were riding

Train travel always has a rhythm

We danced while shadows of land flew by

Windows that designed America’s landscape

In old movies and photographs

We noticed each other

While boarding that afternoon

How quickly the tracks in their clicking

Sound became our mantra of interaction

I asked if you knew about walking by sleeper cars

Our windows remained more privately drawn

America’s landscape took on a poignant view

A cross country trip intertwined

Traveling with a certain urgency

Driven by passions of the moment

In secrecy

In countryside

We became a part of the landscape

Travelers with a desire to encounter all

That availed our eyes, hands, lips, skin

We were one with the moment

While darkness outside

emanated an occasional flash of light

I was now comfortable inside

A world of beauty and elegance

Traveling alone in the countryside