With one more tick and tock
[the last one moving glacier-slow from one number to the next – analogue indicating some years ago]
It’s time to board the bus
sunny day
[think hazy, falling asleep from gentle motion]
drive to this place my mind has created
I don’t know who’s there or what I’ll be doing
and everyone gets off at other stops
[all their own]
Some kind of after-life
[in amber]
So here’s the tock following the tick
my time to disembark
warm air, breeze, some plants
gates