The Trans-Siberian Express

for Eva

One day we will make our perfect journey –

the great train smashing through Dundee, Brooklyn

and off into the endless tundra,

the earth flattening out before us.

I follow your continuous arrival,

shedding veil after veil after veil –

the automatic doors wincing away

while you stagger back from the buffet

slopping Laphroaig and decent coffee

until you face me from that long enfilade

of glass, stretched to vanishing point

like facing mirrors, a lifetime of days.