water transport is
a major theme
and afterall
it was water that led me here
and out of the birth canal -
the "grand canal" as i like to refer to it. i
frequent the water in gulps
and hydration during the hot times
(in the old town tonight).
we look
at boats and imagine ourselves
privy to private islands and ferry-crossings
but then realize we like the dry land under our
feet, the blazing sun refusing to let us grow
old gracefully, instead offering those characterizing lines
that distinguish us from our younger, ignorant
colleagues. they with their pretty, vacant
outlook and refusals to look past tomorrows
nor their parties.
no, i'd say we don't
even like the dry land. could be
we like nothing anymore
or any less than we did
when we emerged from the
dream that had us and hid us
in the clouds hovering above those
treasured institutions:
birth, school, work, and death.
(c) jim hill (9-16-2011)
