From the Alexandria Train Station

The train station has its own quiet
humming electric lights
distant screaming and cheering of delighted children
pages turned, echoing in the brown wood rafters
chattering voices behind glass

clang clang clang

Freight train speeding past
rushing, charging, flying
along the clackety tracks
dopplering into the distance,
its woots and clangs fading, fading

In the wake of the freight train roar
silence covers the station like a blanket
pressing all around, smothering, comforting

Sunlight streams through the windows
high wooden beams arch over me
and I remember to breathe.