the gentle sway
of train cars
as I sit and sip
a cup of hot coffee
the just-right fit
of those jeans that
you used to wear
and can wear again
unexpected wifi
that you don’t really
use because
the person
you’ve just spent
7 days with
is still first-day
dear to you
uniformed workers
meeting over
cards and coffees
to pass the miles
the small cosmos
of this cafe
car, all of
us hurtling across
dark landscapes
trying to find
home.
