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Wayfarer |
I want to
Sit next to you
Go somewhere
On a bus or a train
Look out the window
Beyond the smudged glass
At the city, the outskirts,
The countryside, then
A city again
My knees pulled up
Against my chest
Hands strapped
About my legs
We bound along
At a steady pace
Lean a little left
Or right at the turns
Lost in thought
Pointing at a brewery
The milk silos, Look,
You say, There, I say
As the vehicle accelerates
Or slows down so that
When we pull into
The next rest stop
Or arrive at our destination
Be it train depot
Or concrete parking lot
We let go a long sigh
Like the steam release
Of brakes at rest,
Stretch our extremities,
Mention the location
Of our carry-on bags
Depart, bonded like twins
By the rocking and the speed
Past cow and steeple and
Used car lot, people outside
Walk infinitesimally slow
We, having sat side
By side, asleep and awake,
Like pages in a book
Held close, compose
A story we won’t tell,
Not right away at least,
As we step off
On a beam of light
Recollecting locomotion.
copyright 2012
Mary
Torregrossa |
