Hindsight

A man who watches everything in a rearview mirror spends his retirement on a caboose. Every morning he sees the sunset, the stars peeking out. A brakeman in an orange jumpsuit brings his supper. The tracks in the distance, glinting in the moonlight, wind to and fro like a night adder. I feel younger every day, he says to himself. I’ve got my whole life ahead of me.