A Collection of City Thoughts


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

a tree



between lunch and dinner
you build a table
out of the leftover
wood from back home

while I make pictures
in sawdust with my toes

you are fine tuning
in your zone, lead to grain,
exacting, the silence

the mathematics of your presence:
the distance between your hand
to my ankle

i am thinking,
always as one thought leads to the next,
you are like a tree: with limbs like road maps -
and oh the places we will go,
and the people we will meet,

and the things we will make.