{"id":2226,"date":"2023-01-08T13:00:54","date_gmt":"2023-01-08T21:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stevegillard.com\/erleichda\/?p=2226"},"modified":"2023-01-08T13:00:54","modified_gmt":"2023-01-08T21:00:54","slug":"its-just-a-train-whistle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stevegillard.com\/erleichda\/2023\/01\/08\/its-just-a-train-whistle\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s Just a Train Whistle"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>
\n <\/p>\n

It\u2019s Just a Train Whistle<\/strong><\/p>\n

Every morning,
\naround 4 a.m.,
\na train whistles
\ninto my head
\nand stops
\nsomewhere behind
\nmy closed eyes.<\/p>\n

Without hesitation
\nI board and
\noff we go.<\/p>\n

The landscape
\nwe roll through
\nis as familiar as
\nmy damp pillow.<\/p>\n

Billboards
\nspelling out
\nevery adventure
\nI missed
\nbecause I feared
\nthe effort or
\nthought I smelled
\ndanger.<\/p>\n

Neon signs
\nvivid with the
\npanoramas
\nof every misadventure
\nI didn\u2019t avoid
\nbecause I
\nclosed my eyes
\nand laid my head
\nback on the
\ncouch cushion.<\/p>\n

Fields of
\ndreams I
\nplanted,
\nbut wandered off
\nand someone else
\npicked the fruit and
\nplucked the flowers.<\/p>\n

I ride this train
\nnearly every day,
\nbut I\u2019m thinking
\nI do too much thinking.<\/p>\n

Today could be
\nthe day
\nI see the train
\ncoming and
\nwave it through
\nwithout stopping.<\/p>\n

Why do I imagine
\nI must
\nget onboard?<\/p>\n

Awhile ago
\nI received
\na message<\/p>\n

that I\u2019m
\nadored
\nby the Maker of
\nAll That Is,<\/p>\n

inviting me to
\nremember
\nI have lifetimes
\nof Adventures
\nawaiting,
\nacres of
\nlandscapes
\nwhere dreams
\ncan be planted.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t need
\nto keep
\ntaking that train.<\/p>\n

(Photo by Brian Suman; UnSplash)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  It\u2019s Just a Train Whistle Every morning, around 4 a.m., a train whistles into my head and stops somewhere behind my closed eyes. Without hesitation I board and off we go. The landscape we roll through is as familiar as my damp pillow. Billboards spelling out every adventure I missed because I feared the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t