For Kevin

Liminal spaces

are those in between

like stairwells, and ladders

and strange, uninhabited lands

glimpsed from train windows

There’s really no secret to going forward

you just have to start

Whatever it takes

to open the door

to put one foot in front of the other

to start the conversation

to reach out and touch a hand

to lean a little closer

to rely on hope to propel you

Trains do not need hope

Engines do not need love

but their heart is still human

And inside, there is a conversation taking place

in the liminal space

between no

and yes

let’s go together.