Window Seat
Trains are cool, mostly because the wall width consists mainly of glass. I have always been eager to press my face against this purgatory between confinement and passing scenes that fell before my eyes at a speed my daydreams could keep up with. If the glass is half-full, the world is full of spectacles. With it half-empty, we focus on what is foundational and real. Both are needed to ground the beauty that exists on our ride.
The light emitting from the window causes brightness and heat to fill the crowded space within the cart. I look around and see that a few people have left at certain stops. Some are married, others pursued education in different area codes, and some have ended contact all at once. Making plans is hard when we’re all trying to get somewhere on the other side of the window seat. Our butts get tired of staying in the same place too long, but our eyes never tire from dawn to dusk outside.
I guess I am wondering why we hold so much value to what finds us at the end of our trip when it truly begins and unfolds as we press our faces to the glass. To find the blessing in what we cannot tangibly change is the medicinal route we use to establish the most very important thing: what we want and what we do not want. I understand that to grasp reality can turn situational; change is sit-still terrifying, afraid to move a muscle and maybe bump into the stranger next to you, trip the person walking in the aisle, lose your ticket underneath your overpacked agenda sitting at your feet, or even to see that a dark cloud hangs over your destination in the distance.
The ticket collector comes to each and everyone one of us with a stare that holds nothing but the stillness to keep riding until you find your stop. I have seen the decision on my skin as well as in my heart. At times it can feel as though you're getting uplifted and heaved off the train, running and dodging every living person you see to make it out alive, or sleepwalking silently to then awake and find yourself exactly where you wanted to be. And the best part is, these tracks run all across the world so you can always get back on!
A permanent view is one for those that need rest, weary souls that have been treated as the bugs whose final resting place is the window by the bright seat; to have never been close at all to the luxury of finding out who they want to be.
I sit and stare for so long
To keep my dreams awake and analog
The sun's brightness ever dwindles
The moon will cry and the clouds will mingle
A lullaby is spoken to me
Heard by my heart and sunk into me deep
“I love you so, come be with me”
I will see you in the view of my window seat
For I know what my ending will supply
A fairytale like no other, with true love never dies
Because where I am you will be
Nestled within this heart of dreams.
