Friday, January 02, 2004

"They'll see us waving from such great heights. 'Come down now,' they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away."

Just before time ran out, you said to me, "Let's go and see the fireworks." And we took our gin neatly in open containers and climbed into the car and drove across town. And we went, snuck really, past the indifference of the security guard all the way to the top of the tallest building in town.

"Designed by I.M Pei," I said.

And we watched the bombs bursting below from way above. And I said that the world makes sense from here. My scattered thread of yarn woven meticulously into grids of streets. Everything visible, everything clear.

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

"I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer

The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself

I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped

or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight"

- A. Rich