The Hurrah Shapes of Morning

Sun rising, moon falling, the shapes of Hurrah emerge. A small rock pushing a large rock, or perhaps holding it up, neither speak, it's hard to know. The two trains are not moving. Last year the smoke stacks both fell off the one on the left. It is still changing yet to know the shape of nature's next rebirth. The rock remains balanced and the camel with early morning light sleeps still. As Tom begins his descent of the far side of Hurrah he's reminded of a smaller Linny's words many nights before falling asleep. "Tom, we will be safe tonight. The China Man is watching to make sure no bad people come." She was right.