Dream Train

Photo by Kyla

I will wait.

I will collect these things:

roots blood leaves hours.


I will find succor in tomorrow's quiet mouth.


I will go south in spring

or west to Canada

and watch the woods emerge from ice.



Each night I will not call out

I will hush and wait.  Listen,


I  have long since packed day and night

in their separate suitcases

and put them on a long dream train

whose wheels chant

skin teeth hair tongue

Photo by Kyla