no longer there
it’s such a long journey to the other end of the sofa
he’d have to put his book down and crawl out of his
bunker of cushions
climb over the TV and other defences
he’d have to pull himself out of this car crash
and swim to the surface
it’s such a long journey to the other end of the
sofa
and there’s so much baggage clumsy and heavy
the terrain thick with roots and traps
and the map is worn thin and folded so
so that it falls apart in his fingers
it’s such a long journey to the other end of the
sofa
that language tires stumbles into sleep
and he can’t read the invitation can’t even get it
out of the envelope
of his pocket of air so thin here so steep the climb
here beneath the weight of stars he tries to breathe
it’s such a long journey to the other end of the
sofa
there are so many stations so much distance to cross
the compartment overheated overcrowded
the window busy reflecting inside and out
and arrival was never the point of his
destination
and maybe you are no longer there