winter morning
the
sky's illuminated blue the vast shadow
of a pigeon before it alights on the ridge over a window
a pink balloon perhaps pursuing a miniature number six
comes bouncing into sight around the corner on
the cobbles
the light carving everything into sharp relief
cars passing
in spite of this the stillness
of dark windows this is where
keeping vigil
it's
possible to pass days in silence hardly looking out
scraping parchment & starting again
sharpening
feathers
to the point of flight & holding back
preoccupation
what's
in this year (though nothing new) made
in china the aleatory fall
of light
on a crumbling wall
more authentic than the real thing
in uncertain times we turn to interpretations
of the past to avoid the necessity of facing a future
of unknown provenance the earthquake (7.6
on the richter scale) struck with devastating force
before leaving I check that all the rituals
have been observed beschwichtigung
der häuslichen götter
take a last look & lock the door
in the nature of
striations crust the livid blue of the proposition
how the hell is the simplest form of the answer
this is the way we came obviating the need
to go back there
strictures line the road
with
little bits of paper that celebratory moment
as we emerge from & here
the narrative falters
resisting
its own homogeneity the geiger counter
begins to crackle as the man on the radio
nears a hot spot in the evacuated zone
he says
he likes local
variation in the dialects of birdsong
reconnaissance
this is what we know
all our tracking
syntax
revealing build-up in the hills all
our semantic maps aligned to alchemy pixel
expansion in the subcutaneous zone
satnav
carefully positioned for the imminent takeaway
(a few stray nouns need reining in)
mis-
understanding rife in the erogenous seats
synchronising clocks for perfect control
for
ease of operation please do not adjust your
cranial space mimetic fingertips skin temperature
Copyright © 2008, Catherine
Hales
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