The River And I

Suddenly a train whistles past

Blurs my tired eyes

Night descends

On the solitary platform

Emptiness sings 

Two giant men haul a sack 

Along the track

And then up the winding steps

I watch them from a distance 

What’s inside I wonder 

They reach the top

Stop and look around 

I peep

The two men talk to each other 

In muffled tones 

Can’t hear 

A dog scurries past 

I am scared

I am lost

I don’t peep

But I’m back to business again

Face the men

See them pulling out a heavy thing 

From inside the sack 

It’s a box big and black

They lift it up 

With strong hands

And suddenly fling it into the river below

I hear a cry

And so does the river

Who was inside 

We can’t decide!