Written September 15, 2001, revised September 10, 2006.
Just a Moment
Just now, I am struck by the terrible
significance of my office window:
fragile pane, too-permeable membrane, separating
innocence from sin.
I turn to look at the expanse of humankind,
but a 767 fills the view, its black nose
poised against the glass like a dog
waiting to be let in,
a dog with sad eyes.
I see a crack
form and creep
across the sheet:
an insistent pressure
it must break