Soul Train
By Breanna Shaw
I think it’s comforting
Knowing
That somewhere
In this objective reality
There’s a force at work that
Caters to my existence
Like it’s substantial
You can call it fate
Or maybe it’s chance
But significance and coincidence are relatives
Of the same circumstance
When our skin gets tired of the morning sun
And our lips are dry of purpose
Our bodies are nothing but the echo
Of a soul too big for its enclosure
Destined to go out
The same way it came
Powerless
Unable to prevent
Nor protect
The flesh that clothes it
When the gate arms close
And my soul train arrives
I hope the blue and red flashing lights
Appear green through a rose-colored glass
Until then
I’ll be sitting on a lily pad
Watching the water cascade atop my feet
Waiting for the moment my essence
Becomes but a ripple in the lake of the cosmos
Welcoming my existence in another form of life