The Village

Find the lost time of a train that has already left. She travels on the plains easily seen from a mile away. Her destination is a village I am hurrying toward. It began thirty years ago. I wanted to tell you earlier that I only travel by nature trail. Stop me at this signpost. Enjoy the view through a row of birch trees. I understand you've lost track of time. I'm beginning to save the minutes that are spent by a pond. Even the frogs remind me of traveling. A conductor punches my ticket at the next signpost. He keeps up the tradition. I hope to see him tomorrow. It is only another mile, but I plan to camp here at the birch trees tonight. The village is closer now. I see some boys tossing a football on the other side of the pond. A man walks swinging a briefcase by their game. He is waiting for the train too. A woman yells at her child to tie his shoelaces. They are both waiting for the train. It will get here tomorrow. I lie in my tent and read about the pond where the frogs make chorus like a train punctuating the night.