Train

I wanted to work on my book,
that long, long work of
putting volumes of life
into mere pages.
But I got off-track,
the click click click of the keyboard
like a train taking me somewhere else,
but without even looking out the windows
to see the blur going by,
I ended up here.
Who is driving this machine? I asked.
I mean, am I not the conductor?
But the only answer was
more clicking.
I’m on the right track,
I can feel it tonight.