freight train

fourteen hours on shaking steel
almost closely defined freedom
and skittishseconds passed
(over tunnels and through bridges)
crawling flying maybe breathing
(under the ground and above the sky)
comfortably straddling rickety rails
nails embracing boards
as you sleep, serenaded
lulled by mechanical motion
three invisible bolts
under a thousand invisible stars
holding something
in the vague abstraction
of independence
rushing towards nothing
and somehow everything
allatonce
look for the lights
and find your way out.