The World at Once

Outside my window I can see,

A love in Argentina,

Sunning herself on some quiet beach I cannot pronounce.

I can also see a bus in Andalusia,

Passing olive trees and abandoned things,

Going somewhere that could be anywhere.

Outside my window I can see,

That one night, island, volcano, and a meteor shower,

And holding her was better than any movie.

Then that day wandering stone temples in the jungle,

Wrapped up in the roots of our past,

Another civilization come and gone with the ages.

When it is night and I'm alone at my window so far away,

I think it both the blessing and the curse of our time,

To be everywhere in the world at once.