Dreams in Transit

Poem originally published for Strike Magazine Miami's print Issue 08.

The bus carries me from stop to stop,

as city lights blur past my window,

The weight of my headphones and a familiar melody

jolt my imagination into a steady stream–

and naturally, I think of you.

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I imagine a far-off universe,

One in which you ride a horse,

and I surrender to my desires.

One where simplicity reigns

and kissing in the rain happens on a whim.

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Each note feels drawn from my own psyche,

every lilting lute and meandering mandolin

vibrating at a cellular level–

fulfilling me so deeply,

yet stealing the breath from my lungs.

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The next tune sparks a childlike wonder.

Real life rarely feels magical,

but church choir voices reverberate through me,

spilling into the sky

And with it, my mind soaring.

We would dance among the clouds,

kiss in a sunbeam,

if only gravity would ease for a moment.

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As I am shaken from my daydream,
the rumble of wheels against pavement hums with familiarity.

The taste of home pools in my mouth,

and with the screech of a stop, I bound off this modern chariot,

equipped with my dreams, equipped with my songs—

and a million little getaways into a million little worlds.