For a moment I obsess about what’s not. It’s daylight until 10pm and I forgot. I forgot the sun won’t set. I dive into the water and practice what has been preached to me.
other things that come may or may not come
but look at it from this perspective
you can go swimming and come back from the beach
and dream of anyone and rest and then eat and then swim and then write and then swim and then sleep
could have that evening
A part of me is only here for the coffee. The silence. The dock of the bay. A country so sparsely decorated by pine trees and late night sun that things needn’t be complicated, doors are left unlocked and birds are chirping only for you. Only for me.
We talk a lot about Gaza, and in between the house, and everything gets so tightly woven together, human nature, the basic needs grips us in the palm of the universe’s hand. Not that I didn’t already know. It’s just different. Something riding the NYC subway taught me. Something the mere size of different populations show. Something a society obsessed with market value explains. For a minute I really don’t miss american reality.
For a minute there’s no more trying to get yourself out of the subway without stepping in pee, and more like slowly ascending in a clean elevator to be greeted by too much space for you to ever fill.