Thomas and Friends, Ep. 102701

This fight was never between us,

So it feels strange that the silence is. 

And if you are waiting on me to speak,

I want you to know all this:

Thomas and Friends, Ep. 102701

Siblings are like trains on the same track,

A tragic wreck for one is but

A nail biting delay for the other.

I want you to have your own journey.

While I know of old debris 

that you may come across,

I hope your narrative can place it in

some kind of glad treasure-box:

This is why I am clutching so tightly to mine.

But one day,

When our tracks are changed,

Perhaps we can reflect then:

on our vastly different engines;

the dryness of my noisy gears,

corroded by years of salty tears.

And so when it is long passed,

We will finally get our signals uncrossed:

Separate the steam from the smoke, 

backtrack, restore blown stacks.

Meanwhile, please know:

I love you.

I have a happy ear perked for your whistle,

And at the inevitable end of the embargo:

Also, a happy heart with room for your cargo.

This is not derailed, 

we are just side-tracked—

there is no grade to make, 

no end on this line:
we will always be fine.

Guardian Angel

It is the same plate 

My fork scratched years ago

There is a little bit of me etched in it.

Hidden in the gold-maroon of its border,

Is the ghost of me

For your consumption

I am also hidden somewhere in your thoughts,

In your unconscious responses. 

Perhaps, in your enjoyment of glitter.

I am happy with this past.

My wishes are glad.

Piecemeal-me is nourishing:

The spirit is no poltergeist.