I Want to Move to Wisconsin.* - This is sort of an obsession confession. A few Thanksgivings ago, the family gathered at my Aunt's house in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. And I have been obsesse...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Downpours glut. Senses
and themselves. Hum
or drone to roar. Background
Coffee. Dog. Candles.
Ground. Light inside
stands out. Turns wet. Succumbs,
assimilates into noise.
Or more awake because
A camera is permission to look closer. To see through the surface. A deeper glance.
Patterns. Metaphors. Productions. On the house.
Newly framed, things
That there were train tracks next to Holiday Inns was a running joke. There always was. It became comforting.
Shaken awake at 2 a.m., the bed rattled out smiles.