Anywhere

It all looks different now
above the ground where everything
is sunny and the loading docks,
where trucks connect
their trailers to the buildings,
become the scenery through
which the whole world walks.
With every talk there is more truth
that comes to light over the lips
she moves like she is summoning my soul.
Where all the halfway points
connect to finally form the whole
way out of this horizon.
Glasses made of plastic from the melted
down remains of ancient shopping malls
project them back to life over the living rooms
where they will pray to take
the pain away with money.
The real will be revealed as overrated,
and the overstated ideas long ago wore out
will be forgotten like the ancient routes
they took over the land that now has all
returned to sand and empty doorways
that lead anywhere but here.