A boy and his train,
\nlocomotive and caboose,
\nlittle hills of wood and tunnels.
\nEyes alive with wheels and track,
\nturning curves, derailments,
\nestablishing traffic,
\nthe paraphernalia of a branch line.
\nHe coaxes the engine around
\nthe coffee table.
\nHe is a sharp-eyed engineer.
\nHe will someday see into other things.
\nHe will see golden scallops
\nunder the sea.
\nTides in the equations of planets,
\nlove, calling from the hard inscriptions
\non ancient stone.
\nSolve riddles that had no answers,
\nbecause the train showed him how.<\/p>\n
It surrounds with its toeless feet
\nthe dimensions of his inner kingdom.
\nShowing him the way into the surf,
\nthe blowing foam
\nof one sea,
\nwelcoming another.
\nHis eyes are smiling.
\nHis mouth sings the rumble
\nof the train.
\nChung-chung. Chung-chung.
\nCurtains are parted.
\nWe are both children
\nlost in an adventure,
\nremarkable for what we are,
\nfor what the train is,
\nas we become its passengers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A boy and his train, locomotive and caboose, little hills of wood and tunnels. Eyes alive with wheels and track, turning curves, derailments, establishing traffic,…<\/p>\n