La Mesilla - Jason Webley

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