A leather band
A train
Gold trim
A tiny button
With one push, the sound of the engine
It travels in its little circle
My mother’s wrist watch

I’d sit and watch
I’d fall into deep sleeps
In closets
In nooks

A story about discomfort
A flash that’s as unsettling
As the sudden horn of the
CSX rails

I’m partial to rocks
Something to hold
Hands always in a fist
Even while  sleeping

Dirt falls from this  brain of mine
And it rattles out
All the notions
That I could have taken
If I was able to stand and see
What I couldn’t understand
When I was a kid

If only the adult me
Could take their hand