I am not sure which
only that something
is sliding away-from something else.
I locate it
on the front of my body
flat& pressed
against the window pane,
the movement happening
in two dimensions.
I detect it
when I'm sitting
on a train
and there is another train
on the track next to me.
The train next to me
begins to move,
and for a second or two
I cannot work out
who is doing the moving.
I am only aware
that someone is moving
and someone
is being left behind.
no explosions
or fires
no white-coated sightseers
prodding
with distant concentration
now
only innocent curves
cool to touch
lulling the memory
to flare-ups
that came
unannounced
lahar after lahar erupting
pushing the debri up and out
leaving clumps
like mountain ranges
where your knuckles
used to invert.