Hampton Train

Awakened by the whisperings of doubt,
I listened instead to the sounds of night.

Among them I heard
the distant whistle
of the Hampton train.

In time, its first slow rumbles
sounded louder, louder,
like ocean waves
pounding the shores,
then clattered with hammers
on the cold steel lines.

I joined in the sway
of the sound, and traveled back
through the years
even to the beginnings
of love.

Later, I heard
the distant whistle again,
a whisper farther away.

With doubt dissolved,
all that was left
was the echo
of warning bells
after the gates
had lifted.

Don Cadwallader

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