A week, a year, whatever
i. So many have started out from silence but I will start from something else like maybe the sprawl of this afternoon. ii. After all it really has everything in it: a tree, some noise of cars and not so long ago lunch. iii. For the longest time I worried people would come up over the wall and get me but I don’t worry about that anymore even as I speak a column of silica is blowing over Europe and all that seems to matter are the cancelled flights I’m not even sure this goal getting the point of view which would be truly detached from our own self-interest is desirable but still from time to time I wish we’d try always to deny the angelic in our nature seems to be the only role someone decided to leave the poets well whoever they were I never met them and their dicta carry small weight with me no, I think the wall will hold just fine and if it doesn’t let them come. iv. In the street it is time for the children to be picked up from school they will all go home or more likely (it is sunny today like it hasn’t been in weeks) to a park but one of the boys is crying. v. This funny thing happened then I went up on the roof and a strong wind picked up just as the restaurant switched off their extractor fan so one sound stopped when the other began and the wind carried off the cooking smells and tossed them with the cumulus. vi. So you see, there really is everything.