Sitting by a window on a train departing Edinburgh.

Sitting by a window on a train departing Edinburgh

A universe of Hayley’s comets
streaking across the glass
a million stars
blazing meteorite trails
deserts burning
rutted warm canyon
american prairie
Jack Frost sand painting
samiad layers
the Rocky Mountains wall
gone
the cosmos
empty
moving
and still
the world is born
proud
like a forest of trees
each drop of water contains
countless solar systems
what would happen if one drop
merged with another?
i will wait by the window to see.

Above the Grand Canary
a storm of shooting stars
the race is on
sliding prophecies
these stars are like seeds
racing towards an egg
Roll up Roll up
place your bets
each with its own pace
its point in history
the slate
wiped clean
then
the rain falls
harder
attacking the quite carriage
intrusive taps crack
upon the glass
as the train goes faster
a new myriad of galaxies is born
here I am
torn away
far below
the loud thoughts of earth
cannot be heard above
the life pulsating silence of space
my eyes gaze in awe
as armies of big bangs
zutt and slide
like an orgy of electricity
even more
beyond
the glass
past this
incomprehensible
cosmos
stretching to the horizon
two lovers reunited kiss
where sky meets sea
a million different worlds inside a tear drop!
i laugh at the phantasmagorical
if butterfly’s flapping wings
can cause the earth to quake
what happens when such a tear
lands into the ocean?
would the cosmos be forever changed?
what if I were to name
out loud
just two
of the drops
painting patterns on the window
would it remain?