Rail Mantra

by Kevin T McEneaney

You see sunlight on steel rails and glance up

to see an image mirrored in lake where

three granite boulders dance like dice across

a discarded sky as you fix your eye

on a banded birch to your right swaying

to tremulous breezes thrown up by earth’s

revolutions in retina of sun

burning mildly on your forehead as you

prepare to enter a walled mountainside

through that dark, dreamless tunnel we all find

far from the diaphanous diagram

of life as penned in parallel lines

by memory not quite in full control

of eyesight, those endless rails, and lost lake.