I once read on the underside of a bottlecap to carry on.
And here I am, standing still, on a moving train.
I couldn’t find it within me to let go of all my troubles,
So instead I let a railcar do it for me.
The wind rushes alongside the car and through my hair.
My veins pulse as the beast rattles, back and forth, back and forth.
I haven’t taken a step from where I stand,
And yet all my worries are miles behind me.
I don’t know where it comes from, but I hear a banjo playing.
It falls in line with the chug of the engine, and it’s refreshing.
Actually, it’s liberating,
And my heartstrings play along with the ever-quickening melody.
Tomorrow bares down on me, like the storm clouds that brew overhead.
But I am not frightened by the morrow, or by the rain that falls.
I stand, stouthearted, open-souled, and fearless,
Equipped with both grit and belief by the steel that churns beneath my feet.