Start with what you have,
soft muscles that relax
to make space for air,
some movement in the body.
The memory of love.
A yearning pang of need
like a bell on a train,
music on a journey.
Watch how you listen to it ring;
do you leap, alarmed and urgent?
Or is there time to listen to it echo,
to hear it rattle and shake,
to breathe in unexpected resonance?
Is there any room to smile?
The scenes flit past,
and can you tell that you are travelling?
Are you free from the burden of destination?