after the wishbone

from up all night, reading poetry by Samiir Saunders

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PROMPTS:

eureka!

comfortable

after the afterlife

wishbone

planes/trains/automobiles

lyrics

LYRICS:

I always used to feel like the train was a spaceship. I was in the green seat, weightless.
You were on the opposite, doing the paper’s sudoku and facing the light that we rose to.
All other paths dissolved. After the afterlife, that was home. That was the temple.
That was the ritual site of tranquillity, staring out the window at faded graffiti.

Wake up at six, get the train into Birmingham.
Mum sat opposite, to make sure I’m early and-
walk with me to Digbeth. Coach left at seven.
Seven-hour voyage in a quiet little heaven.

I was on the coach on my own. I was chillin’.
Birmingham to Plymouth. I was disappearing.
I would change at Plymouth to get a train to Truro,
then change at Truro, last train to Falmouth.

The whole day melts in the water.
So being on my ones was a language spoken fluently.
I chose this wishbone, a path I ain’t thought of.
Didn’t know that this was a comfort I’d come to rely on.

I guess it’s all bound by the routes you travel.
I guess it’s all about getting used to unravelling.
An empty train ain't the coolest mind palace,
but it’s mine and I’m glad that I have it.

No way home. I cracked the wishbone. Where do I go?
Know that zone. I chose the wishbone. Nowhere else to go.

I always used to feel like the train was a spaceship. I was in the green seat, weightless.
You were on the opposite, doing the paper’s sudoku and facing the light that we rose to.
All other paths dissolved. After the afterlife, that was home. That was the temple.
That was the ritual site of tranquillity, staring out the window at faded graffiti.