Blank

Blank is my mind, my head
Staring out the rear of the train
Watching the clouds pile and lurch
Over the clustered buildings, washed over by rain
Blank as the train regurgitates track
Over and over,
Green oaks, green cottonwoods brustle
Train sides as it flies by
Away from the stacking clouds, the blacking clouds
Into the shimmery gold sunset
Blank away from the day
Already past
Past like the track that enlarges
Drawing in breath as we stop at each station
Blank is the past
Blank is now
Blank is later.