In case you missed it this morning, I present the poem for today from The Writers Almanac. It was all I could do not to turn my car towards the train station instead of continuing on to work after I listened to it today.
The Sound of a Train
Even now, I hear one and I long to leave
without a suitcase or a plan; I want to step
onto the platform and reach for
the porter’s hand and buy a ticket
to some other life; I want to sit
in the big seats and watch fields
turn into rivers or cities. I want to eat
cake on the dining car’s
unsteady tablecloths, to sleep
while whole seasons
slip by. I want to be a passenger
again: a person who hears the name
of a place and stands up, a person
who steps into the steam of arrival.
I don't know what lies beyond the platform for each of you tonight. I hope it's something beautiful. Sweet dreams and happy weekend!