Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains
Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…
“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”
“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”
“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”
“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end
Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.
A long train, with empty freight car flats, hurdles off to the right
A long train, with fully loaded freight cars, hustles off to the left
We’re stuck in the car waiting
Eyes wide open, never having seen this sight before so close
Trying to focus on one train or the other or both
Husband says, “I’m getting dizzy! Are you?”
I just close my eyes and nod.
Sunday morning snow
conceals everything white
while a train whistles
Through sprinkles on the windshield, on a gray, cloudy, Tuesday morning, between Emporia and Newton, Kansas
the back half of a long, stretched out train wends its way west, pulling gray, brown, and rusted cars that might hold grain or might be empty
Long sections of rust-colored cars are hooked up to long sections of gray cars, which are hooked up to long sections of mixed cars of gray, rust, or brown
most stenciled with the letters BNSF on the sides; some having painted-out graffiti here and there; others showing off decorative patches of graffiti
The train vanishes into a long line of tall, green trees
A bit farther down the road, two hooked-up train engines pop out of the trees, hauling the thread of gray, rust, and brown cars
and I hear a long, loud blast—a sad, mournful, multi-horned sound, generating a whole range of emotions and longing within me.
Driving on a turnpike in east Kansas, coming up on a bridge, I stopped staring at the road for a sec, and looked up to the right to view the horizon
but only saw the crenelated walls of a huge, white castle!
Frantically thought I was sleep-driving until realizing that a long motionless train with all white cargo containers had stopped on the tracks heading somewhere on the other side of the bridge.