Tracks

My imagination ignites dreams

When I see railroad track.

The thought of finding better towns,

… Maybe not coming back.

Reading all the schedule boards

Hanging in the railroad station,

You’ve no choice between adventure,

Or a disastrous vacation.

A trip across America,

Offers new promises each day…

Every dream you hope to find,

And hurt, has no ETA.

One can flounder in self-pity,

Standing out in the pouring rain…

Or one can find a railroad track

And wait for another train.

High Wire

I graduated Catholic school,

With a profound sense of calm;

Never confessed to any sin

Or memorized a psalm.

If per chance there is a heaven,

I’m not sure I’d want to go.

It would feel so very lonely

Surrounded by no one that I know.

I’ve never been a follower,

Avoided every church or choir.

I'd rather reach the lofty heights,

Tightrope walking on a wire.