log

log

trains rotating over tracks
pound the rhythms emitting from my chest.
carrying him through greenery
from beach shore to beach shore
where he can look at the water
and beckon for purpose.
dutifully, he'll keep a log
of these days that freedom forms chemical bonds
with the oxygen in his lungs.
i tell him to breath deep.
in my time, i'll collect books
and find beacons that illuminate a path
i think i'll walk alone.
sure as i am i've never believed in sureness,
the spectre of motion and tracks assures
that distance and time defeat me.
tonight i cradle myself
and think on the sun that pours over him.
i surrender him to the sun.