What world do I live in?
Under the cool, dark shadows
this forest offers, am I hiding
or embracing something new?
Feel peace on this land,
the ancient bricks underneath
and trees that don’t need fire
To renew as often dreams do

Getting on the Express:
Accepting the speed–
it surpasses the breadth–
if all limbs were capable
of reaching, spinning,
loving, running, gathering
at such speeds as the Express.

Would I then know what
world I live in?


Image courtesy of The Polar Express Movie (drafthouse.com).