one station

some get there
before you,
arriving unexpectedly
at the gate,
their ticket
punched,
their bags
left behind.
they arrive to
what?
it's all uncertain
no matter
what you've
kneeled
and prayed to.
but all trains
come
eventually
to one station,
each to his
own ticket,
his own time,
the veil lifted
from travelers,
blind.