The tracks quiver expectantly
A train approaches
I step back behind the yellow line
This one’s not for me
It is filled with dark and ruinous thoughts
Anxiety fogs its windows
I turn my back deliberately
I’ll wait until tomorrow
*we have a choice, which thoughts to allow into our heads. I can see the wrong ones coming, hear the whistle blow, just know, this one isn’t for me.
Photos mine, the words, or at least the idea, first in this instance, I then took myself down to the local train station to snap a few pictures. It’s nice to have a subject.
All taken with the intentional blur of a wide open aperture. The train only calls once a week now. It made me really want to take a train ride – I haven’t done that since a child, perhaps someday soon.
Kate, it warms my heart and thrills my soul to “see” you and read your magical words.
They always take me to familiar places~places I can’t always explain~but you tell it perfectly.
Like you, I love trains. Just this morning I mentioned taking the train in CO and how much fun I had on trains in my past. I hope you can take a ride soon.
It’s so nice to choose our thoughts to take; lest they get away with the run-away train, disaster ahead!
I pray you’re well, dear friend. Much love. 💕🙏🏻🫶🏻
Lovely to see (hear) from you Karla. Trains are special, they move us along effortlessly and we don’t have to do anything but take in the view. Thought trains however, a different thing and I have to be careful about which ones I chose to “catch”.
Lots of love and have the happiness of days X
Thank you, sweet friend. You’re one of those humans that makes my soul breathe a sigh of relief (does that make sense?). Love and hugs. Stay blessed and safe, Kate.
Love and hugs to you as well Karla 💕
great post, Kate — both pic and words; reminds me of my poem ‘Trains of Thought’ which I’ve had waiting in the wings for years; your post has pushed mine up to the front — will probably give it its moment on the stage tomorrow 🙂
Great John, I look forward to reading it.
actually your post is distinctively different to mine; it’s going in my journal where the best poems end up 🙂
😊👌
Another one I love (I think I keep saying that 😉 )! It’s so true. To choose my thought, to choose my mood, is to remember who I truly am and be that person, regardless of circumstances. Beautiful!
Thanks Camilla X