He saw a photo of a gravestone.... No Name No dates just the two words NO REGRETS was engraved on upright white marble.
Next he was hopping trains... watching out for his fingers, with all that colliding metal.
The train track went along the rivers banks so beautiful he and one of his children were traveling together... he had gone off to do something and he had that worried feeling with him you know the one you carry inside... and he had no cell phone to call he feared for her being alone.. he got further away trying to find what he was looking for and found himself somewhat lost they were not supposed to be hopping trains it was illegal you know....and the Big box cars were painted Blue. An adult game of hide and seek... but out in the open a lot.
He was hiking somewhere not far from the train tracks .... looking for something.
He had gotten off the main trail and found these beautiful concrete steps that led up to what he felt certain must be private property... Last thing he wanted to do was bother someone... hello he yelled out...
He went around the bend and there were these two lovely women... a bit older but not really... he announced himself, they had good teeth.. they had taken care of themselves... he said to the two of them he was sorry for the intrusion... but he had managed to get lost... a common theme, one of many times now he could add yet another... He asked the way back to the main trail.... they asked him are you Hopping trains?
Well yes he admitted it... Why not? Yes and went on to explain as if necessary ............They knew how he felt.
And then as if placed under a spell by those two lovely's ... he started spilling the beans of his life... it felt so good pouring out... spilling all over the floor.....
It did cross his mind to wonder if they were lesbians... it did not matter... he just kind of hoped they went the other way once in a while... maybe with any luck, as they both were so attractive, though one had rather sharp looking meat tearing type teeth... maybe if he was extra gentle with her.
The life they had carved out of the side of the hill by the river appeared so attractive A happy home all fixed up just so.... he felt such an interloper, with a tinge of envy.
The one woman broke out piles of old photographs wrapped in rubber bands... a history of her own sort of all the passing Hobos and other things that had taken place in her life... a few disappointments in the stack of many good times.
How had they managed to stay so youthful he wondered... perhaps they were not that old or maybe they were enchanted.
They immediately all liked one another. He recited his past as fast as he could.... he had to go and find the one he left behind... before it was too late... she was just down the tracks... but alone, he could not tolerate that feeling.
He had always traveled Down that trail of life with meager earthly possessions .......... there was a freedom in it, but he had not completely broken away from the fear of something.
What exactly would that be? That all of humanity before him had not previously gone through, so what made the difference he asked of himself?
Would others love him more for things....? In that larger over all picture.
This question always disturbed him... for lack of finding an answer to it...
Maybe it had to do with comfort versus just survival...or Laziness or ineptness....
But what was more fun? of more interest ? Some free thinkers and doers wind up behind bars...yelling but that would be caving into fear, now if he allowed those thoughts to control him.. why should he be labeled a criminal for just wanting to be free?
The system... always reminded him of a donkey chasing a carrot that was dangling from a string at the end of a stick...held by the rider.... and that poor dumb ass.. always in pursuit... Was it just a comic? He was not so certain.... he was never interested in that brand of conforming...
It was not like he never had things you know... he felt wishy washy .... you know hot and cold or walking on both sides of the track.... one foot on the left the other on the right... in the middle.... Luke warm bath water.
Was there something wrong with that? He was no Extremist , yet felt there was a right and wrong...
it was pretty simple your heart could tell you.....
His Mental mechanism had worked well and served him many times to avoid trouble... it was like looking way down the road and seeing trouble ahead... simply turn prior to getting there, He guessed that made him evasive, or ignorant or maybe even smart.... whatever that is really?
He would choose the latter. in some cases... the former in others... as it suited him he supposed...
While.
Hopping Trains that pass through Life.
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