Caught By a Train

I was caught by a train yesterday I hear people say this often in exasperation exaggerated tones with over-dramatic groans as if the train somehow physically captured them in its large mechanical grasp diabolically refusing to let them go Yesterday I was caught in a different way imagination captured, you might say captivated charmed and enchanted by the passing art display Something about the way vibrant, vivid colors unexpectedly splashed out on moving canvas of rust red and dull gray traveling fast across the city feisty train talking smack with tags and words amusing, witty strange, disturbing, edgy, gritty grinding down the tracks Sometimes shocking- artfully rendered obscenities or surprisingly endearing cartoon creatures manga characters from overseas expressed with impressive expertise and ingenuity As other drivers sat nearby fussing, fuming missing the show pawing their floorboards like impatient horses hands gripping wheels ready to go- I watched the trains in constant childlike wonder and delight for those twenty minutes of my day two trains gone by, one each way ...Then watched the other cars rolling through still red flashing lights as soon as crossing arms were lifted halfway rushing, roaring trying to make up the time that was “taken” by the railway