La Mesilla

On an empty bus at midnight at the border between two worlds,

Neither of which knows my name.

Mosquitos and the driver's snores weave a lullaby around my wrists,

That feels like handcuffs.

After hours of motion, watching the world spin by

Through a one and a half foot by one and a half foot portal,

I am in complete stillness.

And I feel that I am suffering from lack-of-motion sickness.

I close my eyes and the world spins by,

Taking me to the edge of my mind.

I open my eyes and the sky unfolds.

There's no more mystery about eternity.