Anew

my train of thoughts chugs 
between thoughtful feelings
and feelingful thoughts.

scattered on the plateau of life
like low-platform railway stations
where only passengers stop.

each desolate station represents
a place I left unexplored...
a place I never wandered.

as I tread with caution and gay abandon
my mind and heart stare ahead
at the next desolate station.

at the approaching event horizon,
my end meets my beginning.
time stops.
 
Life begins anew.