A Future If We Dare
'All that we are not stares back at what we are.' - W. H. Auden
A birthplace came back: the homeland image.
I'd left, but escapism is fiction,
when the mind is born to stand on one place
of history. Feet are nomads (independent)
on the bottom of bodies. They grasp their
own agendas, staying fixed upon the lights
of ones viewpoint; the city which resides behind the
eyes: cleftnotes rising from said cities.
There is a future and a sentimental projection,
Each one is the hard side and soft side of life,
The gazebo, ...
For Lori Wagner and Ian Wagner
From the sea, the sun ascended like angels,
its heat sweeping up in bursts of movement,
its tense corona: hot matters to be settled.