Jana Katz
Not every lake freezes,
But the fate of a body of water
Exists outside of my everyday vocabulary
I am a passenger, fighting sleep on a moving train
and with the corners of my eyes
I attack stagnancy.
Like lakes who do not freeze,
The chug chug beneath the window
Is a lulling soundscape
To my inner landscape
I never cursed immortality with you
Here’s to hoping our pained mutuality
Is more than just human frailty.
Keep safe, old whispers
With a sage’s patience
Meet me at the corner of Empire and Salvation
I will prick you with goosebumps
And you will hold me tighter,
Until I am real again in your arms
Quiet minds beat hearts still
Deep breaths match my gaze
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