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