Monday, April 13, 2015

Disembarkation

Disembarkation

Perhaps, you are dreaming
you are on foot, cross-country;

at your discretion -
direction, pace and schedule.

You become impatient, at times,
calculating, dispairing and distraught.

But suppose you awaken on a train
whose direction, speed and schedule

are precisely and immutably determined beforehand,
no need to take upon your head, heart and shoulders

any perceived missed opportunities,
appointments and connections,

the wistful fleeting possibilities.
Relax in your seat, watch the unfamiliar

terrain unroll through the glass;
get to know your conductor, your neighbors.

A bisquit and cup from the chaiwalla
will fortify you, satisfy

your hunger and thirst
until the point of ultimate disembarkation.

O child of God, neither the local nor the express
can be driven from the passenger car.


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