Yes, this life,
moored,
is pulling at its moorings,
sensing the swell
of an ocean

At night I travel
with the likes of Alice,
but the mighty ones
of the heavens
dance wildly
further out, deeper within

Something tires of me

Life stands tall,
taken aback

The train takes you by night;
opens a new day
that acts like a stranger

Language – an ant -
hurrying here, there

My years have asked me
for a briefing