Even though I know how very far
When I wrote this I was thinking about some of the things Assata and I have been talking about this year: our hopes and fears about the future, and how to share the reality of our experiences through words.
The eclipse made me think of
two cartoon mice singing to one another
Fievel and his sister, whose name you might not remember
but it’s Tanya Mousekewitz
And later a steel drum band covering the song
someone sending it to me before the reality problem chasmed between us
And later, quite recently, two celestial bodies converging along their paths
the way they do from time to time
Their pace is leisurely and relentless, a way I’d like to be
A momentary awareness of the shared sky and then we’re back
wrestling strong theories and donating to GoFundMe
Money sent to strangers for any and every thing
A meditation made material, without the pause or the peace
All year I have been tired and awake
or asleep with my mind racing
There’s a story that keeps reoccurring
where we’re not seeing the same thing
even if we’re in the same place, looking in the same direction
I’m trying to say what it looks like over here
and I want to know what it looks like where you are
The future depends on us speaking precisely
so that’s what we are learning to do