Train At Night

[nana]

The sound of an unseen train at night,
 Repeating over stuttering tracks 
Into dark distance. 
I am glad to be standing still 
Just outside my front door, feet firm to the familiar, listening. 
The train howl shrinks and I envy its transition. 
How courageous at this late hour.

I really like the imagery of the train in this poem and the scene you set up. The pacing and rhythm was also done really well, in my opinion. Some things to consider is maybe adding some more description about how you relate to the trains movement. At one point you are glad to be standing still and then a few lines later you are envious of the trains transition, so that's maybe something you can flesh out a bit more.