“Stand behind the yellow line.”
A rule intended to keep us safe.
How long do we fear the locomotive that is never coming?
How long do we hold this place?
When the day comes that we forget the purpose of these steel rails and wooden ties, will the yellow line exist?
Will the paint chip away long before, leaving us to wonder:
“Where is the yellow line that we stand behind?”
These sacred pathways to nowhere.
These courses through the countryside.
We aren’t meant to walk upon these paths, as surely only the Gods traverse beyond the yellow line.
So, stand behind the yellow line and wait for the divine to pass.
The rush of wind. The trembling of Earth. The blaze of fire.
Patience is a virtue, but caution is a statute.