The Train Assist

 
It's Christmas eve,
Im waiting alongside
the RR tracks,
tucked away, and
a far distance from
the bustles of December.

The snow is quiet,
there are gobs of robins
looking for berries
as my company kept,
like little holiday
shoppers packed
in and around the thickets,
singing Carol of the Bells,

Joyous, I suddenly hear
the toll of the giant
rolling toward the coordinates,

I look up to see the
Locomotive bending
around the steel rails,
slow to an end,

December, and the long haul,
we've survived it,
revived, with a ride home,
and with a grateful rest.