Dreams of Steel

Grounded beside iron feet

I look up and through

crazy house of mirrors. 

The tunnel repeats support 

again and again

waiting for its reason 

for being. 

The trestle bridges valley 

and river anchoring

bluff to bluff where

brave men taunted death 

straddling 

someone else's blueprint dreams.  

This train I wait for 

comes speeding,

rumbling along

trust's thin, taut 

 high wire.