That magic carpet, spun of steel,
That blur ‘tween Lafayette, Mobile.
That rumbling pull, here on Earth,
Of other gravities, other mirths.
There is a time, not too far off…
We’ll stand in the evening, alone by the tracks.
And ground will shake as she rolls ‘long side,
And kneels so we will hop on and ride.
To inhale some breakfast in someplace new,
To catch the sun’s flirting with morning dew,
To feel the soft way Gulf breezes move,
To stand beside God, and say “we approve.”