Stand-

This land is new, your train is leaving.

Are you afraid, skeptical?

Breathe-

Lift your hand, wave.

A flag caught in the wind.

There is noise.

Your bags have locks,

Release-

There are hangers, there are shelves,

Chairs robust and sofas textured.

Beds and dressers sitting bold.

Relax-

Clouds scatter and the sun shines.

The cold you felt will trickle away.

In the midnight there is a blanket.

You’re tucked in.

No more tickets sold.