I hear the sound

All too familiar

From my life

From my past

From my dreams

And needs

The single sound that makes me

Want to

Run

Leap

Charge

Skid

Stop

Stand on uneven rocks

And beams of wood and metal

Stand with

Infinity above

Sea on a side

Forest another

A rail on either side

Giving me a single path

Breeze in my hair

Salt in my nose

Trembling under my feet

Open on all sides

But with invisible walls

Right and

Left

In front

Escape

Squealing sound

Of rust

On metal

of weight

Barreling

Peeks around the bottleneck

Tall

Lean

Heavy

Coming

Over me

Gone

My train