On A Train To Boston

Beyond the sunrise shine
of the meadow
we just passed

Beyond the hot tail
the sun’s dragging across
the gloss of the lake
we just passed

Beyond these
the whole world

The parallel rails
ahead of us
must be shining
until we cover them
as we pass

Sun to the left
and then to the right
then to the left again
as we curve and weave
as we pass

Behind me
my love’s getting ready to leave
for her own journey
to the south
to her work
the sun on her face
almost all the way
as she passes

So much adjusting to be done
ahead and behind
to the left
to the right
above and below

Beyond us
the whole world

I’m on a train
to Boston
a few days after Boston
blew up
and became
a darling victim
of the whole world

At the end of this line
there will surely be
guns
suspicion
defiance
sorrow
grief
anger
seized joy
hope
acceptance

There will be
children shouting at this train
and pointing

At the end of this line
the whole world