(xi, xii)

the associations of traincars and railstops
     are so strong that Even in this English-speaking Homeland, the corn-and-soy fieldsites of
my youth, darkened as we fall into night--
     streetlights and mainstreets, floodlights on
     harvest equipment, the men out oh-so-late
     these days, fighting to beat the natural rhythms of
     light-and-darkness, autumn chill
The Associations, though, of passengercars and
     kidprint-smudged windows, reflections of
     ourselves, are so strong.
Are So Strong, that the faded foreign tongues
     reemerge as stronger-than-whispers
     back of my mind; the distinct crisp chill of
     open door air brings me to a place Not Here,
     though not anywhere but.
Knowledge knocks me out of this reverie as the backlights
     are too omnipresent, and I again know that
     i am where i am.
A path of sunflowers, now, outside the window
     and at once we are in Rural Hungary-- Inács?--
     and together, we breathe in. able, for the
     first time, to Be.