call

If I could hear the ocean
instead of trains
the call that spreads across my
night in sheets
would be a rolling hypnosis of calm.
It would wash my sleep with dreams
of good things
and waking would be easy
like the way smiling is easy
when you are here.

If the blue sky didn’t reach
all the way to forever,
I wouldn’t remember how
high I can stretch
or where to send my wishes,
but it does
and it reaches you.

And the forever of sky
the singing trains
the rocking ocean
will always bring me back
to you and that smile
to home
to all that is full
of promise.