An engine pulls the train to Saskatoon.
You can feel a steady throbbing.
The trainmaster, the engineer,
The conductor, the brakeman, hobnobbing,
Control the speed, the pressure on
The grades, and fix the shifting loads,
The “safe, prompt movement of the train”
That an overheated axle bearing erodes,
Even if the engineer
Thinks to arrive with speed and fame
With the blaze of yellow in the east,
The hotboxes might smoke and flame.
The sun is blazing, it erupts in flame
That took a million years to emerge
It sweeps aside the morning mist,
And leaves the dew upon the verge,
Along the growling train, the steaming
Wheels, everything is in a trance,
The engine and the sun are fed
By Power that feeds all circumstance.
Yaacov David Shulman