En Route

episodes replay themselves
on the flashing screen of my closed eyelids
I am standing on a boulder on the surface of Mars,
the Earth's moon close in a dizzying dark blue sky;
staring at the sun as it sinks beneath the calm Atlantic --
once at sea, once with the highest muezzin's call a flow though my being;
on a mountainside, precariously, snow dazzling my eyes,
and the far-off roof of a continent near enough to touch;
I look now at the dark window --
outside rushes by invisibly through the night of early morning
I, and my slumbering companion, only are visible.

J. Horne