Train 2 [Part 1]

Standing silently in the station,

a warm breeze blowing the scent

of tar and technology that was

intrinsic to trains. I stood

and stretched, forcing the weary

achy feeling of a long night’s sleep

from my bones. A commuter in

arms struggles past me, throwing

herself down into a nearby bench.

Trains come and go, electric sliding

quietly and diesel screaming noisily,

announcing it’s quick arrival and

departure. We all wait, one impatient

organism, as restless as the tides, shifting

uneasily from side to side, shoulder to

shoulder, anticipating the arrival of

our sleek, shining metal chariot. A

flash of silver in the distance marks

it’s arrival. The screech of metal on

metal is muffled by it’s own mass,

the car sliding by slowly and coming

to a rest in front of us. We line up at

the door, standing aside to avoid the

people streaming forth from it’s interior.

~ by Just Another Writer on Wednesday, March 25, 2009.