Notes From The TrainRemember when shoes didn't matter
or clothes were okay being dirty at the end of the day because they were evidence of a day well spent. Remember when jewelry was a piece of string with painted macaroni and you didn't care because you thought it looked marvelous on you. Remember when responsibility was too long a word to bother knowing. When holding hands was a big step and made your heart soar. Remember when the only pain you really knew was the gash in your knee from playing too rough with the boys on the street. Remember hopscotch. Remember marbles and tops and swimming at the public pool. Remember training bras and tea sets. Remember when being in trouble usually resulted in a spanking. When the only real mistakes you made in life were coloring outside the lines. Remember when today was all that mattered and all you could think about, so much so that you wanted to do it again tomorrow.
Remember these things
But most importantly remember who you were
for who you were
is not who you are now but who you want to ultimately be
... This is my journey.
Every day I drive out to the train tracks to write. It’s quiet and I can think. There’s something about a train that calms my soul. I’ve been doing it now for the past fifteen months or so and I’ve never seen the train. Part of me believed there was no train and the other part of me knew that the train passes there very early in the morning. So early that the sun doesn’t even get to see it. Yesterday I was sitting and watching the trees and the stagnant water from the downpour that morning and I saw lights up ahead. Excitement jolted through my body. There was a train passing through. After more than a year of no trains, I finally saw it. I cannot write there anymore because the noise hovers in the air. A train noise that reminds me of him and that first poem and that whirlwind affair. I do not wish to be with him, I just wish I could have that train track quiet again instead of that passing train noise.
© 2011 Megan Lucas
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