they will be our record and will requite us in the end
This mapless jouney
Laying tracks
Through uncharted territories
Where night trains
Shunt cars
And travel
To mysterious destinations
But one day
I realized
Everything
I wanted
Was wrapped
In brown paper packages
Freighted
On those trains
Living letters
Addressed to us
You have the same initials
As my mother
And I still receive mail
In her name
From the infinite
And our son
Had the same initials
As my father
And he perpetuates
The flame
And so they’ve never left
But become a part of me
And of us
So we are here,
Our lives
Tied up in bundles
And I’ve parceled myself
In these identities
We shared
Not that it’s been easy
Shuttling, rumbling
And moving between places
But you’ve been here
Beside me
And like all those who
Matter most to me
You’ve never left