It’s 12:35am and we’ve stopped in Katowice. Border control I imagine. It’s begun to rain and the water slides down the window, creating a map of veins. On the journey down some trickling streams catch the station lamps and pulse in the light, a hospital heart monitor acting the metronome for breath and bodily function.
My eyes sting from too many hours awake but I continue to watch the little rivers from the train car, now empty except for me, now quiet except for the low whir of the resting engine and the slow, sputtering wetness outside. The rhythmical throb of the rivulets mirrors the beats of my calm and steady heart, and I can’t help but think that it’s the rain that is keeping me here.
(2014)