The Ending Once Begun

A few now wander the barrenness

Pausing where they once vanished

Turning

Looking skyward

For what

We can only guess

Today…

The naked trees limbs are swaying

As if in a storm

Even as the air remains dead still

Across the way…

Our old train is still in the station

Still with its dining car

Remember?

We once did dine in that car

Where its white tablecloths

Sparkling glasses

Fresh flowers

Polished silverware

One candle

Made our travel special

Even though it never left the station

Remember?

At least the air is quiet now

Perhaps its afraid to move again

Maybe without movement we’re safe

Strange… those trees acting up a storm

In our empty coach

There’s nothing but burnished walls

Outlining the forever vapor-silhouettes

Strangers once

Now our friendly visitors

Our old friend is at the end of the car

See

He’s waving his pale hand

To the walls

To the barren trees outside still swaying

And then his hand is acknowledging us

Or…

Maybe he’s still trying the check the time

His wristwatch having stopped long ago

Have you noticed…

With such ease we move about now

Weightless movement

Back when it was only a dream

And here we are

Watching others joining the trees in rhythm

Maybe…

 For them

The ending once begun

Is still alive and well

C’mon

Let’s take a walk

I think I saw a tree limb motioning us