Jason Webley
"La Mesilla"

On an empty bus at midnight at the border between two worlds
Neither of which knows my name
The mosquitoes and the driver's snores weave a lullaby around my wrists
That feels like handcuffs

After hours of motion, watching the world spin by
Through a one-and-a-half by one-and-a-half foot portal
I am in complete stillness
And I feel like I'm suffering from lack-of-motion sickness

I close my eyes and the world spins by
Taking me to the edge of my mind
Open my eyes and the sky unfolds
There's no more mystery about eternity