I can’t imagine myself reading bedtime stories
to a toddler, and I’m older than my father was
when he read those brightly colored books to me.
His voice is deeper than mine will ever be
but just as sweet. I always picked Freight Train.
I loved the black caboose. A train runs across this track…
through tunnels and cities, darkness and light, forever.
I still love books where nothing happens,
good or bad. The page is one landscape I move through.
Cover Art by Stephanie Broussard
