The end of a story

A story had come to an end

Trains of thought passed by
a station where they no longer stopped,
a place from which they were silently observed,
a wellspring of stillness

Wanderers on their way
somewhere,
nowhere,
sometimes paused
the mind trip they were on,
set their baggage down
and sat
on the platform
in the stillness
for a while

And when they continued,
calm and clear,
down the tracks,
it no longer mattered
where they went
or whether they went at all