We’re 136 km apart
you measured
exactly.
Category Archives: time
hill end
you said that metaphors are
for the weak-minded
i counted the cracks
in the windscreen
of our hire car
a landscape
riveted by insect carcasses
powdered
with a film of earth so red
it leaves the taste of rust
in our mouths.
we are children again
melting into the back seat,
the windows rolled down
and i tune the radio
to the frequency of
powerlines and rabbit fences,
the perfect broadcast
for a journey that
starts out with a promise
but quickly becomes
interminable.
it is the fundamental law
of movement
– of course –
to be always not quite there,
and not quite here.
in fact,
the further you follow
the thin white line
the faster
it disappears.
you wanted deliverance
but instead we came
to a ghost town
“home!”
“let me go home!”
some where
the landscape moves so quickly it
interlaces
and you tell me that
this is how you see through time.
i concentrate, staring out the window,
colour pixels
rendered in rose quartz
and honey ant yellow—
those mineral shades that
are always part-way
through some kind of chemical reaction, alchemy.
i let my gaze become unfixed and
think about “continuity”…
our car is always
a movie camera
and each window
the perfect frame.
on this road
there is no beginning and end
and beginning and end,
only the part in the middle,
the part
happening now.
slow-loading
something
that starts
fast
and finishes
slowly
you begin
by working
backwards
but become
stuck
at the end
like a travelator
in an airport
or an elevator rising & falling
in slow motion
we write words
that turn time
around
it took me
a full minute
to realise i was
shaking.
double helix
we put everything
we owned
into one place
a time capsule
of fragrances
and the knowledge
that everything must end
the possibility
of an archive
the promise
that something
will be remembered
a future city
full of children.
daylight moon
a daylight moon
my foot to the floor
you were tall
and eternal
and i was
falling asleep
at the wheel
a gift shop in chinatown
A high powered radio transmitter and all the information in the world. I still couldn’t reach you. I wanted a monument that was invisible to everyone but us. Like a still body of water and the sound of the city at dusk. Or a reflection.
Later I was in a gift shop in chinatown trying to think of something significant to buy. There were charms for health and prosperity, but nothing to slow down time. And definitely nothing to stop it.