The Train Station Wheelchair-bound Philosopher

Who are you

Man with the smile of one thousand moons

And voice of thunder subdued

The thunder that rumbles quietly after the storm

To settle things down


Who are you

Philosopher on wheels

Who loves the things one can see

Behind the houses, in the woods

While riding the train


Who are you

Who seems to know so clearly

That the important things in life

Are flashing by in those woods

And stay waiting for us

As we leave