Sky Train

A star shot past the constellations, a firework flash, a 

train light bright before it quickly disappeared to dark. 

If I could board that train, I’d ride the rails to meld

with sunrise zipping up its rosy cloud coat after

wearing velvet blackness to dance madly with the moon. 

I don’t know where train tracks end, I only want 

to find that station where the universe returns

to birth itself.

published in Write Under the Moon