Monday, May 31, 2010

In case of A RED DOOR

It is all true


It is all true --

that thousands of fish have never been named,
that compasses point north,

that pi just goes on and on and on and on and on.


And
it is true
that somewhere a man
is buying flowers,
and a girl rides the subway, chewing a thumbnail over a book,
sparrows breed to make more sparrows,
and that cries give way to sleep.

It is all --
sea in its vastness
time in its fastness
heart in its fullness
--
true.


It is all true.


And it is true
that when you stand against my kitchen wall,
eyes fixed on a speck or some refracted light,
that you can see
a shimmering
blueprint
of another room,
another house, with
clean windows
a storm cellar,

and a red door,
that you will leave unlocked.

And the sun
is a star,
our closest star,
that will not burn out in our lifetimes.