I thought of you
as America rolled by outside
the window. I considered how,
when Ive returned to you, I can
show you how this vanished
moment unfolded, how at last I knew
that, at last, this truly was
the New World that surrounded me.
Imagine that, as the track
turned, there was suddenly before you
a giant among rivers, broad-backed,
swollen and majestic already, although
its journey to the ocean has hardly begun,
a thousand miles separate it still
from the measureless sea
into which, ultimately, it flows.
The heavy sky of dusk broods above,
as the weak and failing daylight
leaks out of the closing hours of day.
Imagine how, exalted by
my encounter with that mighty serpent,
at that moment, my thoughts should turn
to sharing my wonder with you.