Rain falls,
washing the leaves
of April. A
lone train blows
by, rattling
my windows
like a tambourine. A
single church bell

There I sat
in my apartment,
wishing the sadness
away, looking to
something worth risking
everything for.

A book is my greatest
companion, and it
carries me to places
I may never go—

at night, in dreams
to the valley of the gods,
to a swift boat carried
on an ill wind, through
the windows of heaven
to Mars.

Thus I pray each day
for one season of sunlight
and nothing more.

Robert James Coné, author of Still Life Over Coffee, a chapbook published by Red Ferret Press, lives in Kewanee, Illinois.