Poem 92: And the Sea Between

on a train
and thinking
of our distance
how wide it seems
with time
and the sea between
and the gulls
forever crying
forgiven,
forgiven and gone
gone away
but only as far
as a distance
of Sunday morning bells
one chime, close
as a hairs breadth
on a thousand miles
of pillow, muffled
as a distant shoreline
with time
and the sea between
and the rain forever
a lamenting prison
for one field
single and uncut
but still growing
it seems
with the forest between
and around
always around
still more forest,
more still land alone
with time
and the sea
and the train
racing a cloud
that you named
and keeping pace,
it remains
with memory,
and just a journey
and the sea,
between us
and it grows
and continues
with time
and like the sea
it stays forever
and apart,
and so I cry
on a train
thinking of our distance.