The Train to Saint Petersburg

Somewhere between here and yesterday I changed
my mind about taking the train. I'm not standing
still any longer.  I'm running as fast as I can
as the raindrops pelt my face like bullets
and leave their tracks on my cheeks.

I can see her ahead of me,
running ahead of me,
jumping ahead of me
in line.  Her raindrops explode
like stars and she beckons
me - Come. Jump. Feel
the wind whoosh across
your face as its joints squeal
together. It takes
away your tears.

And, this is how I know I'm still
alive. I finally feel something here
at the train station.