Train

Bellowing in the depth of the night

I listen, burrowed under a thick blanket

in the quiet of my home.

I am still.

You are moving,

launching your lonely call out

to anyone who will hear it.

You are traveling.

I am caught in a sideswiped life.

But the heart of me follows your howl,

like a nudged-out member

of a mountain wolf pack searching

for family.

And then you are gone

and I am still here,

sheltered under my blanket,

missing your distant wailing in the night.