As I stood under the railroad bank
A train of container cars
consuming all my awareness with their overwhelming crashing
(not waves crashing, not gentle or even furious, just relentless – relentless)
The sun on this hot morning rising behind
flooding the spaces between the rectangles of transported goods,
or ills as the case may be
Strobed me
Flash of insight
dull commerce
blaze of enlightenment
dim desire
spotlight of awareness
dark need
bright
blind
bright
blind
bright
blind
until the train passed
the waves returned
the dualistic fantasy abated
and I was back to the healing
far more true
less confusing
those moderate shadows
Composed July 16, 2025