Late tonight I will
close down the machine
lock all the doors and
turn off the lights
I will lie in bed,
pondering what I did this week
what happened last year and
dozens of other years
Some time after midnight,
as I fall asleep
The sun will rise across Europe
on the other side of the Ocean
over the Reine,
over the Champs-Élysées
The sun will shine on these places,
though I have never seen them.
I believe them to be real-
as real as people I once knew
and as dreamlike as the person I once was.