A Train To Nowhere
Riding the train from Calif. To Idaho.
On a trip with nowhere to go.
Watching the deserts of Nevada roll by.
Keeping busy as I try not to cry.
The clickity clack of the wheels remind me of you.
I need more for my mind to do.
I watch as crops come into view.
Tractors moving, men growing food for you.
Small towns flash by every now and then.
The people seem to have peace within.
The sun goes down and the view dims.
Hiding from sight any and all sins.
Having dinner in the dining car.
My thoughts drift to a place afar.
Better times and better company.
Remembering how happy times can be.
Sleep is restless, the dreams are real.
The rocking car brings sleep anew.
Up early and pacing around.
Not much on this trip to be found.
Finally, I reach my destination.
I depart the train with elation.
Then, as I look around this place.
Why am I here? An internal debate.
A change of scenery is good for me.
Lots of new & different things to see.
New and different things to do.
All to help me forget about you.
I was bored to death by the second day.
This certainly was not the way.
I realized whatever I do, you see.
I can never run away from me.
————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)