Wednesday, May 2, 2018

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.