An end or a beginning

A
bright light

caused me to stop
dead,

even though I couldn’t
feel my feet,

(going where?
Hard to tell.)

Instinct
jolted me, and
knowing to trust it I baulked,
looking into the glare.

Maybe this is
nothing but a dream,
ominous,
particularly
queer.

Racking my brains,
slowly remembering the
trip home, not really
under the influence, just
very tipsy..

was that a sign? Train
X-ing? .. .. .. the bright
yellow intercity becomes the
Zion Express.