some poetry I've been working on this year

an evening with the stuckey's 

in snow or shine, in wind or hail
we make the drive, it never fails
the blond boys smile with their sweet blue eyes
and their playful grins - suspicious allies.

a game of candy land or racing track
before the food is made, the table set.
grace is sung and we bow our heads
blessing aaron's chili or rachel's bread.

its all to watch the heroes battle
(fast forward through the commercials prattle)
agent handsome and sky's affair
hydro's comeback and shield's despair

to wait on a train

i pace. i sit. i try to read, glancing at the clock.
the minutes pass - crawling by
yet the arrival time blinking on the computer screen moves further away
there are always delays.

there was snow once.
bellowing gusts of white encompass the tracks, the landscape, the sky
waiting to be illuminated by the light of an approaching train.
like a dream - idyllic really.
my heart, just as frozen as the snowdrifts,
waiting to be thawed by the first embrace from the man on the train.
the building excitement as a whistle blows only to be disappointed by the approaching freight.

or the moments i stare out the window.
slowly watching the scenery change as I go south.
trying to enjoy the journey but filled with too much anticipation,
somewhat nervous that my imagination has gotten the better of me and this is all an illusion.

we text longings to each other.
"so soon"
"almost there"
"can't wait" - our keypads say.
i wonder if we are deluding ourselves. but how else to pass the time?

and then there are the mornings.
we sit awaiting the sunrise and the deafening sound of the horn that will separate us one more time. trying to say goodbye. trying to remember that all will be well.

is it worth it - this waiting on a train?
bank account balances dwindling as we make one more trip. trying to maintain this wonderful beautiful thing between us.
is it worth it - this waiting on a train?
we just don't know yet.