Let the body come into itself and its itineraries.
It arrives like a train to the perfect little station,
the photos of which you will want to revisit often
in later years, when you have traveled past the perfect public selfie,

far into the fields of nature which always remain the same,
wearing the same changes of weather on their beautiful laps,
as your decorated vessel becomes quainter, then eventually
an image of the past. Yet, you could not leave the rails,

and the regular journey was so pleasantly rote. So many views!
Think of all the people you have gathered and are still carrying.
How important it is that they should continue the ride with you.
But one day there is that dark tunnel and nothing comes out

the other side. It’s so strange that no one even comes to look
for all your passengers. No rescue party is ever organized.
It’s not so much yourself you grieve. You sensed the parts wearing
out. But all these expected travelers will sit here in the young dark abyss.