I am a passenger again
as morning sleep cradles
the trains moving past
corners and as jacaranda
graffitis onto mosaics
on anonymous walls.
The peninsula is knit
through its many lines—
they cross into tracks
left behind, like what it means
to be a history of place.
We reach no new conclusions.
We have forgotten the old beginnings.
Afternoon Train to Porto
The small hand motioned
towards five in the clock
of the train station where they sat sharing
nothing but a hard aluminum bench—
December coated the tracks
where screeching trains would halt,
taking passengers in and letting them go.
Later, she would walk the steel bridge
that crossed the Rio Douro blackened by night
and he would hold his words deep
like his hands in his pockets.
Once, they had walked across a river.
Her lips opened, unseen, as the train bounded in.
They joined the others with words unsaid.
Carla Sofia Ferreira is a Portuguese-American poet from Newark, New Jersey currently teaching English language development to first-gen immigrant high schoolers in the Bay Area. As a Harvard undergrad, she was selected to write a creative thesis in poetry, from which many poems about trees grew. She is the daughter of immigrants, a survivor of chronic depression, and an enthusiastic cheerleader for poetry that includes, celebrates, and defies. Past and forthcoming work can be found in journals such as The Lascaux Review, Shot Glass Journal, and Awkward Mermaid. Follow her @csferreira08, if you do not mind too many gifs and emoji.