The Train Rolls On

Mountains melt into clouds
As the sun falls beneath the world
To brighten other, distant days ahead
And leave this one behind.

A grey and white twilight backlight
Illuminates the earthen specters
Blending lake, land, and sky.

I gaze across the pallid water
From the window of the 7:15 Rapid Transit Train,
Transfixed by the mysterious ephemeral
That is already disappearing
Before it ever fully comes to being.

The day has ended
And the night is approaching,
But I am grasping at smoke
Trying to possess transforming twilight.