COSTUMES

tomorrow is Halloween
my costume will be one i wear often
that of a normal person
flying home on an airplane
without a bike bag
and with fresh quads...

my season has been over for a while
another year of un-requited dreaming
and i am back on the long train
the slow and steady one that rambles through the night not so quietly
yet feels so much a home

the horizon is long and blurry
like free-jazz
un-certain
not taken
 for granted
appreciated even
on some tentative tectonic fault-line
between
expectation
and hope

i am in for a long ride
on this night train
the next stop is centuries ahead
i do my best rain dance
and pray for a lincoln smooth ride
but i have no plans to leave

my car is full of costumes
i will wear them all
like second skins
like spandex
like fancy technical fabrics
i will prance about the night train
incognito
knowing nothing
experiencing...
i am
the journey