Sola's Next Step

You wait for the bus
The train
The train out of the city
The train into the water
The last train
The best train
The train that looks like it's yours

Or you wait for the bus
In the terminal
Or the plane
In the terminal
Or the donkey that will lead you
Through the hills of Italy or Greece
Where you can discover ancient European wisdom
And fall in love with a handsome European man
Who speaks no English
But makes love in such a way
That you would not mind marrying him
And bearing his children

You will go off in brown pants
And come back in dresses of red and blue

You will discover make-up and dancing
Brilliant food made of cream and exotic spices
Views of the ocean
Views of the sea
Views of houses that house people
Who don't worry about their paychecks
Or their personal lives

You will be Sola for once
And embody your beautiful name
Even if nobody knows what it means

You will unpack your luggage
And throw most of it away

You will learn to farm and whistle

You will find more inside yourself
Than the cumulative total
Of everything you have bought
And borrowed from the world

You will ride a train to paradise
And choose to go even further

This will be your next step, Sola

The bus
The train
The plane
The plan

It's all just a means to make you feel
Like you're going somewhere
You had the power to go to
All along