The transition of train tracks,
Another hitch in my breath
As the thoughts speed by—

The context blurs with color,
Fields of cattle and flowers,
I try to lower the blinds—

The black coal burns hotter,
Steam of fear filling my eyes,
My Savior boards my mind—

The pressure softens & slows,
Beauty righting itself outside,
Internally I am peaceful—

A quiet truth settles over the
Train car as the sun escapes
From its glaring pride—

He is a better conductor
Than I