AT THE STATION

I close my eyes, I am let go and carried away
high into the distance, I can see the future.
I see a house on a hill beneath deep blue skies,
things I could have done differently and
things I have done right.
I have done most things right. It all feels real.

With a quick, glaring flash of the sword
I open my eyes. I am back on earth
and it has all already changed.
Tomorrow it will be different, a hut in the village.

I listen for the hidden rivers
in the sacred words I whisper.
Most of the time when I hear them
I follow them home—
today to the house on the hill,
tomorrow to the hut in the village.

(3 August 2006)