Tomorrow, The Train [poetry]

Amidst crumpled leaves, the ring of a bell.

The afternoon train passes
Like voluminous thunder
Boiling
To a soothing flame
A kettle

Cradles us, steady rhythm.

The rhythm-- anchored

A moment in time

Immovable-- a rock, a wooden track.

Metal wheels screech to a slower pace,

A ripple flows and disappears...

It passes.

The bell no longer rings
Hot bubbles in the distance

Yet--

The imprint, alive, amidst the leaves,

The pebbles, the wooden bridge.

Tomorrow, the train will be back.