Two seats
It's a bit impertinent To write this When I Didn't know you That well But I read Your books And taught your son And you gave me a Collection of your writing So I thought I could give You this in return. You wrote about Soundings - Sailors taking soundings Trying to fathom The depths of Meaning in the place We both lived. I loved the masterful Elegance of Your art form: Swinging the lead And letting it fly At just the right Moment so that it Hit the water Far enough for'ard For the lead to touch Bottom just As the line Became vertical. Timing: a split second To fathom meaning And make sense Of the darkness Beneath. ... Your two seats Were like all the rest In that instant Before whatever Political stupidity Turned a flight I knew nothing about Into one about which I knew too much. It was intermission When I looked at my Phone. Ballet In the park. The Twist and turn of bodies Beautiful Until it is shattered By the news. I can't make sense Of it. A line Of words Trying t...