It is time to tell you


what you may have guessed


along the way without


letting it deter you


do you remember how


once you liked to kneel looking


out of the back window


while your father was driving


and the thread then of pleasure


as you watched the world appear


on both sides and from under


you coming together


into place out of nowhere


growing steadily longer


and you would hum to it


not from contentment but


to keep time with no time


floating out along it


seeing the world grow


smaller as it went from you


farther becoming longer


and longer but still there


well it was not like that


but once it was out of sight


it was not anywhere


with the dreams of that night


whether remembered or not


and wherever it was


arriving from on its way


through you must have been growing


shorter even as you


watched it appear and go


you still cannot say how


but you cannot even tell


whether the subway coming


in time out of the tunnel


is emerging from


the past or the future