Railway Moment
  Our train climbs west through wintered foothills
  into the steep night of the Rockies.
  I smooth cover around Erica, dim the blue berth light,
  linger a father's kiss in her shadowed hair
  but not long enough: Daddy it's too dark -
  the sound of eyes wide open, pleading light a while longer
  in a curtained chamber too much like cradle and coffin both.

  Listen, my words bend close, the wheels sing lullaby
  and so the drumming rhythm dulls her childheart fear,
  lulls the little bell voice to a murmuring of sighs . . .

  I hover above sleep, resist the death of this moment
  while her tiny lips part and breathe the tamed shadows.

  Now, through the dusky blue of gentle rocking
  comes the plea of my own eyes against the dark:
      May this lullaby soothe for all ages so well
            as we enter the shrouded mountains of evening.

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