Fleeing town

I climb aboard my train to you,

my heart humming an impatient song,

my feet tapping, tap-dancing.

My mind is everywhere and nowhere,

I am a trapped bird,

I will fly out at the next stop,

minding the gap,

I will zoom down the tunnel to you.

But, no, I forget, I have clipped wings,

I must wait, journey, pilgrimage with

these other poor sweating souls.

Penance to be endured,

pining in my singing, dancing way.

We finally arrive,

I fly to you, wings opening,

feet dancing, heart singing,

air thickening with promised reward.