A man starts walking east onboard
a train that’s moving slowly west,
passing through lighted cars at dusk.

Each dimly glowing car
is equal to one year.

How long until the walking man
arrives back at the house he knew
when he was small, the house he could

walk through with all the lights turned off
and still not bump a thing, the house
he could walk through while he’s asleep

and often does?

Benjamin Myers is a former Poet Laureate of Oklahoma and is the author of three books of poetry, the most recent being Black Sunday (Lamar University Press, 2018). His poems may be read in Rattle, The Yale Review, Image, and many other places.