as the train is late

let me tell you something

let me take you on an excursion

to the place we long for

you see these birds of the air?

you see these lilies of the field?

they are all taken care of

even these pillars of cold metal

the thing is

we carry our white soft bodies

in both hands like a mantle

concerned about breaking them

but we shouldn’t be afraid, you see?

you see this invisible child

leaning against your chest?

He has an enormous sprawling heart

And he will ask to add it unto you.