soon

soon i'll have an ocean
and a field of yellow lights
a thousand other bodies
to sleep near me at night

soon i'll have a family
of strangers on the bus
a shifting house, the resting place
of oil stains and rust

soon i'll have a small room
a place in which to hide
but i'll let some of the others
that I meet there come inside

soon we'll go together
as we have so often done
and you'll show me how the small parts
come together into one