Rail Yard at Night

Peace.
The beast that slumbers
On the other side of action; that
Threatens to give traction to
Thoughts without a voice. When all is
Quiet–
Silent–

What choice but to
Listen, to focus on the beat
Of wheels meeting track, of life
That’s doubled back and sprung
A tidy ambush. Taken by surprise,
Slightly-widened eyes blinded by the
Stillness of life beyond the sunset, where
Hustle muscles bustle into abject surrender and
The moon returns to sender all the
Noise
Of frantic living.