I think I might have written a poem called "fresh light" once, but I love those sounds so am repurposing. There has been light in abundance here---and it still amazes me after past dark Aprils (they say it's going to snow in the UK today?!). I walked home under the Manhattan Bridge yesterday into a triangle of light on the sidewalk, and thought how special that was. I was the first person to touch that light as it filled the air and then bounced off the sidewalk onto the wagging puppy nearby. I…
Month: April 2012
Knotted web
In the past twenty minutes I have seen a man kiss a woman with dyed-orange hair. I have seen the open eyes of a baby I saw as a bump when her mom was sunning this summer. She looked so calm, happy to be breathing. I followed a pair of calfskin boots that looked like slippers through the subway station as classical electric piano played and people crossed paths making a messy, knotted web. People have moved aside for others in the compressed subway cars—others have not. My adrenals might…