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