Nightbus, will I make it home tonight?
Is it north of the city or is it across the sea?

Windows, all I can do is breathe frosty white draperies
Neither of us can see.

Night sky, when you close your eyes

Hours treading up against the tide
As the gap grows wide in between space and time

Forced strength, like the stops on a subway wall
And in the distance the clocktower calls: 3.