What takes you away?
What brings the lines
From bowels to forehead,
And understands nothing
Of what’s seen before you?
What holds you
Like a scarf on a cold subway
Clicking away
In a nice rattle
Of destination approaching?
What holds time so still
That a lifetime is lived
Experienced
Played
And given
With a softly exhaled breath
Standing atop
Naked and pointed?
What holds you steady
So that even rainbows don’t move
As you traverse this landscape
Narrowly escaping
A landslide of memories
Nobody told you to write down?