Late blessing (2)

when we were walking along the orange line tracks
even stride and always parallel to the rail
you told me the park is built above
sidewalk and grass and flowers and dirt
atop the cemented arch
and I told you I knew this already
but you did not mind
and we watched the trees resonate
in their branches and their moments
each time the train went past

you were sleeping and did not tell me
these dreams would be so vast
and uninhabited

you were sleeping and did not tell me
we cannot stay awake forever;
these human imaginations
of reflected light
are so small and lunar and
may soon be full

when we were walking along the orange line tracks
I told you that
this safe time must be bounded
between the trains
and you did not listen and
you did not answer and
we will walk following the tracks
until they rise up and leave
the reflected light of the subway tunnel
toward forest hills or forever
when you will say that
these dreams are so vast
and uninhabited