Indomitable as a sovereign species
progress draws its discordant lines
straight through the rhythms of my days
A bucolic bovine sound?
Or a swarm of ooooooo’s
persistent and indicative of shove?
pail of sponges
My disciples of progress
grooming the delicate interstices of
I wash the wood and plaster body
My thoughts anointing and releasing
each surface that held the poems, the remnants, the family,
the guests, the conversations, the discipline that twisted time
into sailor’s knots and tied dreams into a body of words
able to float in this deluge of constant progress
This particular move (one of too many to count)
This wood and plaster body
that held me disciplined within panes of glass
where I grew words into lines, into paragraphs, into pages, into life
enclosed in winter and summer solitude behind the glass
Erasing all outward signs of a life
We have nothing in common
this place and I
We have nothing now in common
except the fine pile of pencil dust
intentionally left behind
scrumbled raw into the grains of wood
in the floor of my kitchen
Finished, I set the keys on the counter
The past few weeks have been a scramble. In mid March my landlady informed me that she is downsizing, selling her house, which she has run as a Bed and Breakfast, and will be moving into my apartment! In a city with a 1% vacancy rate, after 3 years tenancy, she asked that I be out in 34 days. She also holds my last month’s rent and a considerable security deposit. She apparently needs to legalize the fact that she has three units behind the house that she successfully rents by the day, week, or month through Air B&B. This is illegal in this city unless the owner lives on the premises. If caught this may incur a $500 a day fine. I think she still may not be in full compliance because two of the units are unattached, but she’s getting closer to her cash flow.
I beat the deadline she set by ten days. Sanctuary! I am now back in the garden….
Noh mask: Acrylic and graphite on black paper…. j.h.white