A.M. train runs too fast.
Commuters out the door before she slows to stop.
Buttons pushed on elevators going nowhere,
Deadlines drive the fingers shut out the mind.
Push. Push. Push. the boss man drives to the top floor
Can’t fall behind. The boss man texts “Get ‘er done.”
The Message says, “One step ahead. Stay one step ahead”
This midnight train don’t run to Georgia. The project’s on my mind.
A clackety-clack text trap made in pillows.
I hear the hummin’ even in my dreams.
I wish for tunnels that aren’t filled with dreams gone dead.
” Remind. Rewind. Be kind to yourself.” I hear but then,
“Push! Push! Push!” goes the Monday to Sunday message
The boss man wants to get to the top.
But is it so? Ain’t He already there?
The message says, “One step ahead. Stay one step ahead.”
Take a breath. Take a break. Missed the train today.
Sabbath comes when pillows make no sound and nights don’t hum with texted goals.
When dreams are tunnels that lead to lands where Mammon ain’t no god
Slow is the word heard.
To “Push!” I just puff and accept “Up” is the boss man’s business not mine.
I am born again the little boy who played with trains but never rode them.
The message says, “One step ahead. Stay one step ahead.”
Lillie-Put 