Railroad Crossing

Anyone who takes the train regularly knows what it’s like to go between cars to find a better seat or to get to the closest bathroom. There’s always a rush and sense of fear that you might fall through.

You see the conductors go back and forth between cars all the time, but they’re professionals and you’re not so anything could happen. I work in one of the few spots in Queens, New York that isn’t exactly close to the train or subway, but I still take the train to get to the city every once in a while.

I also see people go through the subway cars, which is even worse because of how dark the tunnels are and how many turns there are. If you pay enough attention to the news, you’ll find people getting crushed or getting flung off all the time. I never understood how anyone could take that risk, so I decided to write a poem about it.

Railroad Crossing

There’s a small rush
that comes from deep down
when riding the train
between the cars

sky overhead,
the rush of sound
from the door opening
as you step inside

and the rumble
underneath your feet
while you tell yourself
don’t look down
as the wheels screech

and hurry up,
there’s a turn ahead
as the door slides
back into place
while you find your seat.



If you’re interested in submitting your own poetry to Come and Go Literary, see my submission guidelines for more details. The deadline for the 2018 Winter Issue is approaching so don’t delay. There are no fees and no limits on genre, meaning you have no excuse not to submit.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Shirobanryu says:

    Hi. Nice exposition of the feeling of being Alive.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. tara caribou says:

    Whew! Exhilarating!!

    Liked by 1 person

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