The train chugs by, rattling on the tracks
laid down by previous states of mind.
Past half-remembered dreams, a dozen nightmares
and rare wishes that just might have a chance to come true.
The passengers rise early, making their way
to the breakfast cart,
eager to see what’s on the menu:
a fresh glass of nostalgic tears,
a slice of bitter wisdom,
a bowl of aspirations
and a dusting of hope.
They tuck in, delighting
at the sky-blue pink of dawn outside.