Traveling

My eyes are no longer closed
To the foreign possibilties of worlds so far.
Yet I cannot travel to these realms,

because I have not yet met my guide.
Do I need to seek her in some alcohol infested island?
Perhaps she awaits in a sweaty disco dance state.
Maybe I'll find her in the least likely of places.
A place where intellect meets servitude

to ideas I don't want in my head.
Or even radomly on a concrete treadmill.
Wherever this mysteriously lovely guide is

I will wait in longing.
The things we will discover will only be surpassed

by the majesty of our experiencing the unity of a nation.
A nation of two.
Undivided by God
or shades,
or bits of paper.
We will believe in the socialism of each other,

and experience moments of unparalleled happiness,

that will make the nerves of our countries tremble.