Freight Train

“…the sin that so easily besets us….”

The freight train
on the rails,
so vast and still,
its engines grumble,
all weight restrained
on this hot day
in mid-July.

I see the cars
coupled together
without number
far down the tracks,
graffiti worn and stacked
with broken beams,
and bits
of concrete block —
dead weight held
in a life strong
with buckled choices
locked all in all
with diesel power.

Do I climb the engine rack,
dare I nudge the throttle
just one click,
to jolt the lifelong
urging forward?

Oh, tearful yearning,
unstoppable release,
and another mile gone
before the brakes
might hold again.

Don Cadwallader

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