Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Poem for Today...

In Transit
As soon as I touched the crinkles in your lips,
I knew that I would break my heart.

This journey began with that kiss,
But now, I think maybe it was not the start.
Maybe you were just a lost passenger too,
Stepping accidentally onto my train,
We swayed together in the rolling carriage,
Easy riding, over down-hill runs.

Life was no effort.
Sitting contented, side by side, and happy when we bumped together,
Pushed close by bends in the tracks.

I thought the ride would never stop,
Each day was just simple.

But, while I dozed,
Anesthetized in the fumes of your love,
Somewhere you must have gotten off.

I can’t say now where you left,
There is no conductor to ask,
No signs to mark going or coming,
Just the side view from the windows,
No map or guidebook,
And even the rails are laid down new every day.

Leaving me on board and alone,
Not sure where I am going,
And starting to wonder if I paid too much for this trip.

September 2008

2 comments:

David M said...

The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the blog post From the Front: 12/02/2008 News and Personal dispatches from the front and the home front.

bigD said...

As one of my many dancers would say...Nice! Aren't we all "in transit" in one way or another as we try to find our way through this thing we call life? New rails every day can be good or bad...I guess it all depends on who your sitting with and why. Some days are simple, others not so much. This poem made me think of the song "Always Midnight" by Pat Monahan (the lead singer from Train). I put it on my blog playlist if you can get to it. Take care Army Poet, I hope your heart mends soon.