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Life Arts    H4'ed 3/25/22

The train is leaving

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The train is leaving

We can see the war-weariness in the faces

Of all the people on the station platform.

You know what I mean?

They are just like us!

In fact they could be us,

But right now they are not us

But they are like us

After a hurricane.


But alive.

And among those faces

We see the faces of children

Like spring flowers

In a late fall garden.


What is that mama?

It's a bomb but don't worry.

You are safe.

(Dear God,

Let my child live!!)

Meanwhile we fight and fight.

We fight our child's fear.

We fight the war to stay or leave,

The war to not give up hope of returning,

Not just in this life

But in life after life.

The man growing smaller on the platform

Does not cry.

He is fighting his own war

Against his urge to fall down and weep

As the train picks up speed

And disappears.


The windows are covered.

The lights are extinguished

So our eyes

Cannot see what is passing

Or even what is right in front of us.

Now that our children are asleep

We are like children.

The train is our mother.

The train blindly passes wheat fields

Ready for spring planting,

Through small and large towns,

Further and further from the terrible war

Where the bombs are exploding,

Closer and closer to the unknown.

There are no eyes

That can penetrate

All the veils tonight.

We must have slept.

The train is slowing down

It pulls into the station.

We help each other disembark.

A conductor appears with a red lantern

And lights our way.

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling (more...)

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