On the Train

On the Train

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Amtrak Cascades, The Birthday Train

After all these years I sit

Once again on the train, the

Birthday train where we who

Have birthdays go to be

Special, hoping to be special

And we are, even if no one knows

But ourselves, we who have

Birthdays and ride

The birthday train.

 

 

Yarn everywhere, knitters

Chatting and staring at their

Work. Where do they all

Come from and why are they

Knitting, here on the train

The birthday train, perhaps

It is their birthday. They are

Knitting to feel special. The

Girl who talks loudly and

Sells yarn should go away.

 

I feel strange not knitting

Instead my yarn is already

Wrapped around me, soft

Black, gray, silvery mauve

My new sweater helping me

Feel special on the train. New

Clothes on the train

The birthday train to Portland

To spend a special day.

 

Lacking rest, head aching,

Bad coffee, which nearly

Landed in someone’s lap

As I rocked back and forth

The motion of the train both

A comfort and a challenge

breakfast pizza and my

daughter friend wanting to

make new memories of

being special on the train

 

We are special together

Just because we are here

My daughter and I

Riding on the birthday train.

 
As it turned out, we were on the Yarn Train. Ladies from a Seattle area knitters guild travel regularly to Portland yarn shops for a day trip. So interesting… Just sayin’.

One thought on “On the Train

  1. What marvelous images, and how rhythmically they carried me down the track. Clicking and rocking, gliding and rolling — I need to ride on the birthday train. (I laughed out loud over your advice regarding the Girl who talks loudly.)

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