MIDNIGHT TRAIN
I sit on the soft palate
of the midnight train
and listen as the clouds
hum stories of the dead and
tell the reason why leaves
let go of fruits
they fed with love
to take off burden
and turn to sunlight
and I sing along, like a loner
in this midnight train
and see heads bobbing
with hope and lips moving
because no one with company
and warm arms boards a midnight train
while they rest their head
on the window pane,
listening to stories alike
and suddenly, I paint
the memory behind my eyes
of the falling sun streak
halfway down the ocean
taking along, the mass of water
that stood like mountains
and I say,
dear, it’s the midnight train
it can take you anywhere
Precious Okpechi: A student of Biochemistry at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. I hail from Lagos. I write to relieve my mind of the burden it has swallowed from acting like an unfeeling.
