trains

i don’t know why

i hear them, more often now, than i remembered

perhaps they were there all along freights,

running silently steady unnoticed

yet now today, even through the closed

windows and doors of the winter

there is sound

the distant whistle, calls in pulses

steady beats of arrival and passing

woot, woooooot

the rails vibrate

engaged reverberations echoing miles upon miles

rolling, rolling

i hear them at night, the afternoon, the mornings

curious, my ears have awakened to these distant sounds

so close and far away