Translated…
At Least Each Floor Had a Different Dream Last Night
The Dangling Thoughts Pushed Open Through the Doors
Those who’d Left Heard that there Was, Someone Else Who’d Come
The Morning Light Widened
The Corners of the Walls Became Out-of-Place
The Apartment Became the Chamber Music that Called Out to All the Residents
The Speed, Definite
The Love and Hate, Parallel, Speeding Together
Someone Always Able to, Take that New Breath in the Stories
“Aren’t You Coming Home Tonight?” “Are You Here Today?””
“Tell Me More about Him.”
The Algae-Colored Time
Folded, Underneath that Slanted Leg of the Tables
There’s No One Here Now, the Memories Started, Branching Out
The Potted Plants on the Lanai Became a Small Universe
The Light that Flipped to and Fro the Years
It’d Become, Deeper Now, and, Slowly, Rising Up Too
Accumulating into, a sort of Secretive Kind of Forgiveness & Gentleness
When Everything Outside Still Kept Changing
Outside the Windows, You’d See the Sum of the City
And, Far Off, into the Distance
The Crowded Life at Least, Had Found
An Extra Copy of itself
As Well as, a Lost and Found Too
So, this, is the busyness of life in the city, with everybody out and about her/his own business, we’d lost our connection to ourselves, as well as each other, working, residing, in this big city of ours…………