The Train of Thought:

There’s Kenny, still sleeping with his girl

Her warm body soothes his quirky brain

Romesh throws jokes and quips into a bag

Both may be too late to catch the train

Phillip, wise and knowing, strides alone

Toward the tracks, where only he can see

Alice close behind, quick and bright

And Sophia serves fantasy’s decree

Ilana, enmeshed in darkness, waits

To load the train with ponderous thought

Uncle Roy, Organizer, distracted for a while

Usually calls them up, this time does not…

Valsa strings precious gems and beads

While Maud weaves tapestries of thread

All listen for the chug-chug chug-chug

Hearts beat with expectancy or dread.

Mike and Rama now seek other rides

Bill and Dona, too, have left the race

While Richard’s new and running hard

And Ali reaches introspectively with grace

And I… I write with words too big to hold

The feelings pouring down like rain

I run and run, fall and rise and run

And run, to try and catch the train