Tracking Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sound and whirr of the engine as it rounds every bend
in the road of life, tracking all moments that have
been lived through.

Listening to that engine moving through our lives,
taking us to and from our homes and families, never
stopping too soon.

Moments stumbling down the tracks as that lonely
whistle calls us all to the altar of this life as
it nears its ending.

Going faster, moving past everything we've done
and had in life, feeling the total energy of this
lonely track, as this engine continues to be called.

Heading into the future with the long low whistle
beckoning to our souls with echoes of its wisdom
touching an innate talent.

Moments being moved around, reaching fever pitch,
faster and faster as it rounds each turn and bend
in the road.

Slicing into the atmosphere as melodies spread
themselves apart wider and wider, watching closely
as memories keep opening up.

All the while walking along the line, whistling
that lonesome whistle, warning everyone to stay
off the track, not wanting to run anyone over.

A particular event of each and every night, a
special journey as we ride into the darkened
night.

Listening to that whistle blowing for the sake
of our lives, energizing and supporting each life
as it moves in and out through the years.