Poem of the Week [10.5]
May 18th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
There are prodigals and exiles. They differ from each other though they have a lot in common too. Both are not where they should be. Both are not where they want to be (eventually). Though prodigals went away on their own initiative and exiles involuntarily, the foreign status of both is the result of their own action. Though one tries to forget home as much as he can and the other cannot think of anything else, eventually it is time to return. It is time for prodigals and exiles to come home.
Last train home
Inspired by Pat Metheny’s ‘Last Train Home’
It was the last train home that night
to trace my steps it beckoned me
the air was cold the lights were bright
some traveler’s face lit up with glee
Invited me to rest from flight
that train, and inwardly I searched
the drone of tracks traversed while quietly
the unsuspecting landscape blurred
I stood in grim deliberation:
what makes me wander from my past
which future yields enough abrasion
to board this train, head home at last?
