Jackie plays with his train.
It goes to the end of the bridge
where the sea stops it.
It clutches the track,
keeping the schedule of time.
The little boy doesn’t care.
The laws of physics
have nothing to do with him
or myself.
The train is on the Island of Sodor.
It is all we know.
The island grows and expands
like a flower.
It is a hopeless metaphysics
beyond the relationships of
sub-atomic demons.
He is a little boy daring me
to be immense.
He is huge as a rainbow.
We play trains together
going through tunnels deep in God’s heart,
who can’t be proven
anymore than we can.