Amtrak

Amtrak

Swirling bubbles in the frozen river.

Cows by a pond. Empty landscapes,

shotgun houses. Your head against

the window, sleeping while I read.

Construction booms and decade-specific

architecture. The crossing signal

keeps time:clang, pause, repeat.

The pitch shifts as we pass.

I am but a microcosm,

a brief universe of meaning.

Stacks of stories and memories

spread across the dining room.

It feels like something.

Don’t zoom out!

It’s too much.

Stay close to our little family.