for Rebecca Solnit




The Offices

 

Before the offices

I only anticipated the large buildings

containing them,

on spacious floors,

the streets casting immediate circuits;

lattices of bleak light

for thoughts and cars to seep

at street level

 

but then I soared

from inside myself,

rose into the glaring light

of the offices

surrounding everything,

and lived in the light

for decades,

swirling like a noctuid

'round a bulb,

earning my keep

and many fellow faces

as voices rose and fell,

grainy like illuminated drizzle;

low-lit curtains 'cross the fields:

mixed choirs of people and years,

until afterwards, inside the soaking aftermath:

the faint gleams of distant office rooms thinning,

'til just occasional nodes of uncertain shifts remained

in the grayscale, way behind, elusive,

far off,

bopping lanterns off a vessel in a storm

off the farthest reaches of a rocky Baltic coast

in a deep November surge

 

and I must look the other way,

barefoot

into periods of woodlands, swamps and days,

life as thin as silk

and misty memories





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-08 at 10:21

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