Past Wonderland

 Past Wonderland: marsh, salt, and grit.
 There's no big dream, no big life;
 only small affections woven into the small stories
 of the land between 95 and ocean.

 From the city, it's invisible. But
 from the commuter train's window,
 by the North Shore's glistening
 November morning light

 you can measure the exact distance
 between you and and your past.