Sand and Solemnity
By Briar Eve Sheurmann
II.
Ride the Rails
or
Happiness is the only time of her day . . .
Why take the train?
To hear the roaring and the tooting
With the hollow whistle fluting
Like a hallow organ prayer
Or a child's impromptu air.
Why speak when you can sing
Think of the pleasure it can bring
Of the smiles and laughs and stares
From shadows long forgotten
Who waded in the water. . .
Why take the train?
To feel the hearty thumping and the
Squealing and the bumping-
To put a smile upon a face
Which brings song pleasured lips-
It's established what that does.
Why forget when you can ponder
All the fuelling, all the fodder
That propelled your little mind
To this solitary place
The one I've always tried to find. . .
Why take the train?
To feel the chugging and the grinding and the
Longing and the pining-
Stabs at the wall of mushy fantasies
And blurry pane of fallacies
Constructed by a little girl who
May've come by train to all the dire
Moments of her life. . .
Was it she who dragged her feet through the sand
Brandishing a stick in hand?
Crying 'War' from the imaginary caboose of an imaginary train. . .
While the villain rode alongside on the horse forged by his brain. . .
Who and what was 'seffie'? And why was Happiness her only time of the day?.