In some ways it's Life Real Life
in some ways Yes in some ways No
My name in the black air, called out in the early morning.
A premonition dreamed: waking, I beheld a future of mourning.
The world bends us to its purpose.
In the public gardens, we found
a "gazing globe" balanced
on a waist-high pedestal,
The world changed.
Books disappeared, replaced
by glowing screens.
Poems that mattered once
The island's dark tonight.
The radio crackles with static, news
of a blackout, the voice
coming through first loud, then soft,
I found a white stone on the beach
inlaid with a blue-green road I could not follow.
All night I'd slept in fits and starts,
my only memory the in-out, in-out, of the tide.
In a world of souls, I set out to find them.
They who first must find each other,
be each other's fate.
Here, in the half-dark of the sauna,
the bodies of the women glisten ...
Naked, disproportionate, lush,
hung and burdened with flesh, they open slowly,
It rains and it keeps
raining, and there is
no sound except the sound
of the rain falling,