One Hundred and Sixty Five

I can feel it.

Beneath my toes, I can feel the rumbling
and a lightness in my head.

I can feel it.
It's like a train, about to arrive.

Like I'm at a train platform, empty, but warm.
There aren't any timetables or clocks
I just know it's coming right on time.

I didn't think it'd be like a train.
I thought it'd be more like the brink of a cliff, like a diving board.
A waterfall.
A pirate ship plank.

I never once thought I wouldn't be the one moving.
I'm not.

It's coming towards me.
It's like a train.