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.