We were searching for ourselves, after logic for no good reason, jumping fires to take the heat for walking, wishing the blue night not to fall into the blue sky and darken what remained. We were holding on to music, playing the solemn string the healing horn, rolling back the meadow to give innocence one more tumble, waiting for the breeze to send the screen door slamming open. We were rushing with the sea of people tiding over curb and sidewalk, twilight running out of light, a city pacing its expansion into the sky, block by block, new views burying the old, thinking not thinking about the dead. We were who we never thought we'd be, at the corner of expectation and desire, the world kind and un- kind, the rabbits scared the palace in ruins, language failing the earth in transition, the infinite sky divided the clouds dispersing premonitions. Come evening come shade, float us to your constellation, let the void draw us still; the radiologist turn off her light and go. Copyright © 2017 Howard Altmann. Used with permission of the author. |
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