Train of Thought

by Judd Turner

Quietly I boarded your train of thought

and took a window seat,

pleased to be alone in the car.

We pulled away slowly

but gradually gathered smooth speed

and were soon clipping delightfully along

between green walls of countryside.

Occasionally, though, we slowed,

then stopped to let others board.

Fullness spread through the car,

infecting every seat.

My legs were cramped;

my back began to ache.

When the train stopped again

to let still others board,

I slipped off to stretch—

to get some fresh air—

and to wait for another,

less-crowded train.