Looking Out The Window
Standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee
Listening to sparrows pecking seeds from the carport roof
Like . . . beginning rain
September 11, 2005, feeling the turn
But giving in to it today
Not holding back like yesterday
No rancor, no resentment, giving
In. And so a tenderness
Like the gray sky, has been
Bequeathed me.
Last night
After pulling over to take a leak
As I was driving through the valley:
Lightning in the clouds
Over the Sierra, far away. Lightning within
The clouds. The sweet wind. Passed a
Bunch of lights, after midnight, generators, trucks:
Loading tomatoes: an urgency to get them
To market. We need urgencies
And repose to reflect. Even during war
Like the soldier in Red Badge of Courage, when he leaned
Against a tree in a calm clearing, after the battle, the sun weak --
A wafer hung in the gray sky
A yellow flower or two still
Swaying indifferently among the bodies.
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The roadside moment was a direct hit. “We need urgencies / And repose to reflect.” The cycle of energy and drifting, like the swimming of a squid. There are times of hanging suspended in the sea, mesmerized by refracted light. Reflecting, “after the battle”.
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