Monday, May 18, 2009

The Notes I Note

I could write something
or sing something
or note something
in the forest. Walking through
this forest, I could step on something,
or become something
or step into a trap door forest.
Or not. This possibility
is also obvious.
What isn't is that
I could say something with
these moments instead of groping.
Always as a junior high kid
at a party searching some young
classmates pants 
for answers. What happens
in that the past is the future.
Your thoughts, the way they cascade
through the building
are useless only because
there are also other reasons.